A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.
A name, be it short and choppy
Long
A name, be it long and flowing
No, short
Future for me
Unless someone else
Even if they are pretty
To sweep me off my feet
Even if they are beautiful
Stay with me
-V
A
YOU ARE READING
When You Read it, You'll know me
PoetryJust words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.
