Sometimes I can't help but feel creative,
My mind wonders near and far
I can't stop thinking of new stories
Some normal, others weird and bizarre
Spiked hair, magical fairies,
Then followed by monsters and death
Every moment means something new
Every thought and every breath
Simple doesn't exist in my realm of words
There's towers of sugar and crystal honey comb,
I can think of whatever I want,
My imagination is my home.
Please do not steal this poem! 🥰 Thanks, love yours truly, mybed_isbetter
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