She tries to rhyme
but it's just a waste of time
Her words come out sour than a lime
While her mouth is feeling dry
She decides to go out for a buy
deciding to get high
hoping she'll reach the sky
As she flies the words come nearby.
Feeling light headed
is this the life she dreaded?
Using for inspiration,
yes this is a sweet temptation
just might be her only salvation.
what he said, yeah, nice
what he said, yeah, nice flow. I have writer's block too, but I haven't tried flying like this yet!
My Secret River
You should try it! Let me
You should try it! Let me know how that goes for you LOL!
What a naughty idea. I bet
What a naughty idea. I bet you write very well, just temporary writers block. I liked your poem here it is so fluent and flowing.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thanks!! Yeah I guess is
Thanks!!
Yeah I guess is temporary writers blog, but I get's frustrating!!