They’re Always Story Starters But I Just Wanna Write Poems.
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
When I get the assignment wrong
They tell me this and tell me that
But I rarely join the throng.
The sorts of things I care about
The kinds of things I dream
Don’t fit inside a storyline:
I stitch a jagged seam.
I tie them all up at the end
Whether or not they rhyme
You’ll get no flash or style from me
Just what’s in my mind.
So when this app a tale demands
To keep up my writing streak
I hope my poems will be okay
And you will not think me weak
For choosing the road that I love best
And that you won’t laugh at me.
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