Clock struck Midnight,
I try to once again write,
Thinking of plots I have started out on "Wattpad"..
Typing words from inside my head to form drafts,
To later on puBlish on my app,
My fingers,
moving in rhythm..
Chiming in together as the clock, tick-tock..
awake,
but my mind's in deep slumber!
My hands on the keyboard, clickety clack it goes,
sounding like nursery rhymes children always sings and chant,
at home or at the school.
YOU ARE READING
Webbed Thoughts
PoetryRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
