he wrote poetry for her but she laughed and called it silly, he burned his ink-stained fingers and cut his hair, he picked up a circular object with lines rimmed around it and threw it around in the air. he aimed and shot, she started to pay attention and started to laugh with him, not at him but his ink-stained fingers started to grow back
if you're a male who loves to write poetry, don't stop...like ever it's pretty hot