This is a poem
My first, actually.
Well, not the first one EVER;
But my first that you've seen.
I /would/promise, that for you; I'll make it a great one
But that would be lying.
The words are running out of my body like a nose bleed,
And my fingers are ready to write;
But I'm still finishing the introduction, so
It feels a lot more like
A
Nosebleed
That came
At a
Sleep
Over;
Awkward,
And unexpected.
j
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
This is a poem
My first, actually.
Well, not the first one EVER;
But my first that you've seen.
I /would/promise, that for you; I'll make it a great one
But that would be lying.
The words are running out of my body like a nose bleed,
And my fingers are ready to write;
But I'm still finishing the introduction, so
It feels a lot more like
A
Nosebleed
That came
At a
Sleep
Over;
Awkward,
And unexpected.
j
This introduction turned into a poem all of its own.
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