Sometimes I make a poem rhyme

Others I do not

Sometimes I confuse

Jumping in or out of time

Making little sense at all

That seems to be my thing

A bit erratic too

I like to write a song

Although I cannot sing

And to the party I will bring a drink

Of painted dreams upon the brink

Of becoming real

Something you can pinch

Inch by inch

Until it’s


Author: halfthegirlblog

Poet, storyteller, songwriter, photographer, artist, lonely dreamer, despairing believer in God. I am trying to rebuild my life after some bad times and mental health issues.

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