Bad poems continued
I never write poems but I’m on a roll it seems so I’m going with it
Summer love is like a roller coaster
Sweet, it brings you to the dizzying heights
Savoring the sweetness of freedom from gravity
Smiling, grinning, you think you’re free to leave
Space bound
Except
When the magic ends
You realize there is only one way
Down.
That didn’t seem bad to me. In fact, it seemed incredibly true.
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I liked that poem.
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You left a note on my diary, so I decided to check out yours, and I have to say, I read most of your entries. Your writing is quite captivating. Something about your sentence structure and gorgeous vocabulary flow together very distinctly. Not that it means much from a complete stranger, but I honestly think you could have a successful career as an author. Mkay. Creepy rant over. Happy writing!
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Indeed
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Like this poem. 🙂
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