Write Right

I will write till I run out of ink, jotting down every thought that I think. An idea in mind, is not hard to find, when you start off your book with a drink.

I will rythme all my words like a song, then rewrite all the lines that sound wrong. My pen drops to the beat, as it falls to my feet, on the floor where it doesn’t belong.

I will vomit my words from my tongue, on the paper to show everyone. You’ll delightfully read, all these pieces of me, that I mend and I bend for good fun.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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