I sit thinking
of how to write a poem
I sit thinking
in my room all alone
I sit wondering
of what would sound good
I sit wondering
as I think of what I shouldn't put, and what I should
I sit staring
at my computer screen
I sit staring
like the average teen
But there is something different
A gleam in my eye
An idea in my mind
A poem has formed before me
Now that it's written, I have to figure out its kind
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It's different...but in a good way. It strikes a curiosity in you that you never knew you had. A curiosity for your talent hidden or known.
It's thought-provoking. It makes you wonder, but it doesn't give you a headache. It's unique, yet it's something everyone can relate to you about.
sorry. don't like it. kinda like something i'd scribble out cuz i forgot about the homework in english. believe it or not, it seems like a "in a rush, gotta finish" kinda thing. not that i know if that was the situation or not. so please don't take offense. <3charr
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