POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
Nonchalant
My heart has been taken by surprise
Your cherry golden mystic eyes
Pry right through these clothes of mine
So you settle down and strip off your pride
Hide it by the stairs so I won’t see
That your actually complacent in my epiphany
Whirlwind thoughts come crashing in
Am I bored now or just caving in
I can’t sit here for another minute or ten
While you nonchalantly trace my skin
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