May 2015
Every time I made a mistake,
I'd tear the paper,
Throw it away,
Take a new one,
And start again.
I'll rewrite my story,
Again,
And Again,
And Again-
Until there were no flaws,
And only happy endings.
I'd tear the paper,
Throw it away,
Take a new one,
And start again.
I'll rewrite my story,
Again,
And Again,
And Again-
Until there were no flaws,
And only happy endings.
Oh how I wish poems would come to life.
