Just sitting on the platform.
Tired feet and worn out shoes.
Watching folks walk by with purpose.
Cos there's nothing else to do.
Goes home to a laptop.
Shuts the curtains, shuts the door.
Tells that loyal best friend.
"I cant stand this house any more"
Cant wait for the weekend.
Cycle to the graveyard.
Pick the daisies, bathe in sunshine.
And complain that life's too sheltered.
Who can stay awake the longest?
Talk away the night.
It wont stay this way for ever,
But you never know, it might.
Can you tell I was being miserable? Ha. Of course not.
Ok, serious moment. What is it about rhyming couplets or rythm of language or assonance that makes things sound so much more passionate, romantic and eloquent? Surely poetry is an inefficient communication of emotion, yet it seems so appealing when you're full of it. I dont know, maybe it's just me but i adore it. Even if mine is rubbish!
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