I don't think I have the rhymes.
My work isn't even worth dimes.
I have all the wrong lines.
This stings like cactus spines.
As useful as watermelon rinds.
Despite the salty brine.
I know this writing is all mine.
I'll take as a sign.
And tomorrow I'll write new lines.
____________________________________Please tell me I'm not alone and other writers have been here.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stars
PoetryDeep poems about sadness, anger, regret, heart break, and much more. These poems are written during bad times in my life. Highest rank is 292 in poetry.
