People say writing poems is meant to be about rhyme and rhythm,
But how do I do that if I can’t stay in time with my own life decisions?
I feel as though I need myself a muse,
I think I have it, my own, personal blues.
See, I can’t help feeling down from time to time.
Since when is loving someone a monumental crime?
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
I think you’ll always be my favourite thing.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC
People say writing poems is meant to be about rhyme and rhythm,
But how do I do that if I can’t stay in time with my own life decisions?
I feel as though I need myself a muse,
I think I have it, my own, personal blues.
See, I can’t help feeling down from time to time.
Since when is loving someone a monumental crime?
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,
I think you’ll always be my favourite thing.