Wishing you all a great week!
So different life has been,
All the faces she hasn’t seen
The times she’s acted mean.
Suddenly feeling lost, as a teen;
Then in a high, on fire and keen.
The almighty poetess queen,
With tears that are silent and lean,
For no one should ever know
Of her anguish, her silly woe,
Which inspire and torment her so,
Disguised in an upbeat hello.
She yearns to yield to a verse’s flow,
As her poetry, she strives to sow,
But this world is her art’s greatest foe.
What to do then on this day?
No words left to say…
No wish to go out and play.
Thus to her distress and dismay,
On that busy month of May,
Rhymes wouldn’t come her way.
A price too high to pay.
Her inspiration in a haze,
Nothing that’ll dare and amaze,
At which to marvel and gaze…
Oh, such torturing phase.
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