Poetry.
Fickle lines of simple rhymes some a bit too complex to let rest on their own. I was never good at traditional poetry. Putting thoughts and feelings onto a page in a certain order fills me with...rage? Rage is the proper word to say right? and yet I am filled with defeat because rage can’t be beat in a contest of rhythm. My writing pattern does not fall in line but instead, like soft taps of rain on a window it is...sporadic. Never knowing when exactly the rhyme will be in time with the words. There! you see it? Oh, golden poetry of words that rhyme seamlessly without doubt or question, when will you let me write you?
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