Practise To Be A Good Wallflower Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>The wall I was walking towards didn't absorb me,

Was rather reluctant to stooping so low;

better absorb myself into soul, to make it outside.

My soul was on the outside, darn.

A boy slipped towards me with his hiphop

I thought it's stupid.

Pickin' up a flower, I lit it burn

The on-again-off-again flame ended up all liabilities.

I did not complete the Grown-up-to-be composition.

The last eyelash in the corner of my eye left behind a teardrop

A teardropp from yawning; not from crying for you.

I had practised the talent,

but I didn't use it...

The Next Level is more difficult;

Practise to be a better wallflower amongst competitive flowers,

Move up to it.

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