I know I'm not poetic,
Just typing what jumps out to me.
Its not prophetic,
Its easy you see.
People say its hard to write,
Rhyming all the time.
I defeat that, with a fight,
All you need is to Rhyme.
I'm messed up,
Mix-matched too.
But its not anything like the flu,
Its just me, and thats true.
This is just a poem,
Making the truth shown.
Beautiful and solem,
No need for post-pone.
In the cascading shadows of the moon,
I'll be there holding your hand.
Whether it be morning or noon,
I'll be there for you, My friend.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
I know I'm not poetic,
Just typing what jumps out to me.
Its not prophetic,
Its easy you see.
People say its hard to write,
Rhyming all the time.
I defeat that, with a fight,
All you need is to Rhyme.
I'm messed up,
Mix-matched too.
But its not anything like the flu,
Its just me, and thats true.
This is just a poem,
Making the truth shown.
Beautiful and solem,
No need for post-pone.
In the cascading shadows of the moon,
I'll be there holding your hand.
Whether it be morning or noon,
I'll be there for you, My friend.
I wrote this for my friend, Its true.
I find poetry beautiful, I can't explain it. It's like a soft story or musical in the slight rhyme and flowing in the lines.