There is no reason
for my rhyme
Only an outpouring
of thoughts from my
tumultous mind
If that time comes
when I ran
out of rhymes,
maybe then, I'll search
for the reasons behind.
The reasons why
we love who we love,
and why we choose
to do the things
we do out of love.
But what shall I do
with those reasons?
When they are as useless
as thin hoodies
in a big storm?
So I'll stick to my rhymes
without any reason behind.
I'll go on picking words,
stringing them together,
creating imaginary worlds.
Worlds I can escape to
whenever I feel down.
For there, I can be happy
without a need for any
reason behind my rhymes.
🍃~sweetmiracle97~🥀