This poem breaks my rules of "how to write poetry people actually like" but it's mine... so, here it is.
Let's check on the ten people left in our simulator, shall we?
saltwater splashes/
on dying flowers/
blooming from/
the cried out fears
Mr. Simpson lived in a small apartment in Los Angeles. He is a professional writer.
You never know how much love you've given until you finally realize how little love you've received.
This poem breaks my rules of "how to write poetry people actually like" but it's mine... so, here it is.
Let's check on the ten people left in our simulator, shall we?
saltwater splashes/
on dying flowers/
blooming from/
the cried out fears
Mr. Simpson lived in a small apartment in Los Angeles. He is a professional writer.
You never know how much love you've given until you finally realize how little love you've received.