This is becoming an addicting habit; writing about everything :F
This is a poem I put together in about five minutes when I couldn’t concentrate on my work:
Verses pour onto the page
But with no continuation.
They are shreds, like torn up poems,
Not able to be put together.
Floating around: grey clouds on a stormy day;
I guess I don’t really have anything to say.
I can’t really think of a title… so I’ll just call it sadness.