Adventure only chases after perfect girls,
The ones who wear pink roses in their hair.
To show them all the flaws they have,
And to ensure the world is fair.
Fate greets them, gently smiles,
And places laurels atop their curls.
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The rest of them set out alone,
And grab adventure by the horns.
For they think that the prettiest flowers,
Should always have a couple thorns.
Fate looks at them with glowing pride,
For they've learned better than to hide.
YOU ARE READING
While We Wait
Randoman anthology of short stories and poems that i've written instead of working on the larger projects i've started or doing my homework,, [might eventually have some writing practice shorts for other writing that is currently in the planning stages?]
