Cherish those,
That adore the way,
You push pens.
Letters collide,
Like bumper cars,
On Friday night fair.
Full of emotions,
they say,
Make words out of things,
that doesn't make sense,
but do.
After all,
Nothing is ever sincere,
unless,
it's done hidden.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Cherish those,
That adore the way,
You push pens.
Letters collide,
Like bumper cars,
On Friday night fair.
Full of emotions,
they say,
Make words out of things,
that doesn't make sense,
but do.
After all,
Nothing is ever sincere,
unless,
it's done hidden.
Words play practice pt 1
