A Poem
Your voice suspends my
Sense of doom, and
Has accents
In strange places.
Youre so happy, and
Always moving
I wish I was
The way you see me.
Likewise, but you are.
Der, that's the peom so far. It's bad. It doesn't hold up at the end. The fourth part was the beginning and the rest was stacked on later. It's a shoddy little poem. It's a dilapidated barn.
Your voice suspends my
Sense of doom, and
Has accents
In strange places.
Youre so happy, and
Always moving
I wish I was
The way you see me.
Likewise, but you are.
Der, that's the peom so far. It's bad. It doesn't hold up at the end. The fourth part was the beginning and the rest was stacked on later. It's a shoddy little poem. It's a dilapidated barn.