• chorowkape 10w

    Poem That Always End Up In Dustbin

    I wish I could write a poem
    Colour with beautiful lines
    Flow with the rhyme
    Where it would take your breath away.

    Lines fill with butterflies
    Fireflies light the words
    Till the last words of the poems
    Like a fairyland.

    An acrostic fill with shooting star
    After every line close your eyes
    Make a wish
    Where every wishes comes through.

    I wish I could write a poem
    Where it would take your breath away
    I wish you could understand
    But it always end up in dustbin.
    Chorow Kape.