This is a little rhyme,
A rhyme made my me.
Because I have the time,
Until three.
The rhythm is strange,
The rhyme is awry
But it's so pained
It's no lie...
Innocence in shell
Tiny fingers of sound
Can't tell...
What we never found...
Just for a while
As you read
Muster a smile
For a poem so sweet.
Say goodbye.
This little poem
Will have to die
When you leave.
~Zackwell
A rhyme made my me.
Because I have the time,
Until three.
The rhythm is strange,
The rhyme is awry
But it's so pained
It's no lie...
Innocence in shell
Tiny fingers of sound
Can't tell...
What we never found...
Just for a while
As you read
Muster a smile
For a poem so sweet.
Say goodbye.
This little poem
Will have to die
When you leave.
~Zackwell