• dwriterph 9w

    Words forcely form into poetry
    Sentences are shallow and it will never hit the lottery
    Who once was a writer failed and in misery
    And for no reason she lost her juices and binge loving reverie
    Her heart was full of broken hopes and sour berries
    She want cake but instead she got rotten cherries
    She said poetry is what made her a living proof of human trickery
    A tale of beautiful lullabies and proses forte a whole treachery
    A writer who's fighting to live her darkness in the light of poetry
    Sadly, the day eats her chances to live this life full of fakery
    Enchantment of unknown thumbelinas' corrupting her sanity
    In a world where she is trying to fight and stand for her vanity,
    They failed her loyalty.