Self indulgent plugging of your own poetic genius.
I dont mean it to be so pretentious, but me being one of those sickening angsty teenagers that writes poetry instead of doing something about the situation, i reckon some of it might just be worth a read?
This is one i wrote after I did something right for once...
I believe in kissing noses.
I believe in smiling back at photographs.
I believe in sharing ice cream,
And atmospheres.
I believe in captured moments.
Glancing back more than once.
Picnics in the rain and sleeping in the sun.
I believe in sofa dates.
I believe in campfires.
I believe in memories.
And I believe in me.
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My clever friend has pointed out to me that I cant spell.
I dont care.
:)
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