Just a quick piece, hope you guys enjoy it 💜❤💖💖💖💖💖💖
Here on the Sy show we like to be crude. But crude in an egalitarian sort of way.
I shall probably regret this
My legs are stuck in a trance.
Sunshine will come back, so will your heart.
// we are a mess of opposites //
for every speck reading this.
You can be whatever you want to be.
Playing around with rhythm and rhyming.
This pain is too much, it burrows too deep...
Lawd, a trip down memory lane... old old OLD fanficton.
The two forever in circulation; caught in a delicate balance.
Not a proper example of it, but a piece inspired by the Bop Poem structure.
by tbanarchy One of the classes I hated the MOST in my high school was P.E.