It’s only when I’m alone Have my skills ever grown. In solitude I continue to hone, And make this language my own. Maybe eventually she’ll be blown Away by the world that I’ve flown.
Today I’ll silently ***** and moan, But tomorrow my skill will be shown.
Written on my phone. Kida like the ate poem I wrote (I’m gonna stop rhyming with “own/one” now) JK! Ugh, now it’s time to atone...