The words don't flow the same
Right now they're hard to tame
No longer floating around in my brain,
I thought hard but nothing came.
I need rhythm, I need rhyme
But what I want is more time
I need my thoughts to get in line
Why is my mind so stubborn sometimes?
Topics: running, Christmas, likes. Here's a first line, "I walked along a lonely path." I look forward to reading it….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to this 24/7 haha. Thanks for this!