6 January 2013
Theres a funny way with poems That i dont just dont get Rymes limiy what you say I havnt writen a good one yet
All the rymes they limit you And stop you saying it properly Stop you useing the right words Make you say it diferently
But theres something in them That makes you stop and look That beautiful nonsence You dont get in a book
I realy dont get it What changes when theres a ryme Whats the magic thing That makes you wast your time
And stop to read my poem And learn about my brain And then when i write a new one Do it again and again
Poems • Opuss № I