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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