Naughty, Forty. No, twenty. Twenty what? Just twenties… Mid twenties We’re still going to be in our forties… together. Still being, naughty.
If it makes sense in your head, Where’s the sense in your words? No use jotting it down If you’re using faded lines… Your pen, my notepad Still thoughts that’ll make no sense in your head, but my own.
Hey(there’s always someone out there ready to hear you out, even when you’re just a beginner). I have contemplated back and forth on whether or not creating a ‘Poetry Blog’ would be such a great idea. Like why the hell not?! It’s not always about the poetry.. writing in general is an art form and…
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton