Why, may I ask, did I grew up with such stupidity?
I know this stupidity of mine is a fault made by me.
Why, may I ask, am I really clumsy?
I always fall and get bruised or scraped by the knee.
Why, oh, why do I have to be so sad?
This vacation went well. I should be very glad.
Why do I feel so broken and down?
I am emotionally tired so I am wearing a frown.
This day was memorable yet at the same time sorrowful for a reason that I, myself, would only know why.
Goodnight everyone. Be safe.
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Rhyming Thoughts
PoetryRhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or e...
