5 January 2013
I wish I could talk like I think. Speak as fluid as I blink.
I wish I could bottle my dreams, My laugh be as loud as my screams.
I wish I could smile and it spread, As quickly as hair grows on my head.
Which is very quick, to be fair, It's sometimes quite the scare.
I digress however, Lost my train of thought.
This is the worst poem ever. Ta-da!
Don't Judge Me. • Opuss № I