I love to write stories and poetry,
as mediocre and silly and stupid they may be.
I write as if there is no tomorrow
to tell the world of my joys and sorrow.
I live my life through my words
with them my spirit undeterred.
I sing to the world my thoughts and fears-
tell them all there is to know.
In hopes that maybe one of them all
shall listen to me, and heed my call.
Perhaps a day shall come in the future,
when i shan't be able to write no more.
But even then, my tale will live on and on,
through the words with blood and tears i wrote.
Fin~
hiya! skeptiko (or M.K. as some of you might know :P) here! as you guys know, i love love LOVEEE writing silly things, so this is just a small dump of random poems and little drabbles by me :) it'd be super cool if you dropped a comment btw; it makes me happy to read them :D
Tuesday, November 22, 2022
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