...really math? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you're in AB Calc?
Yes.
They weren't terribly bad, but you do have a thing for females with stilts for legs don't you?
I was in a rush. ><
Nice, poem?, I think there ought to be a comma at the end of like, and a period after tears, the phrasing seems better that way.
Yes, I know. T.T
Anyways, here's a poem or something, inspired by Little Women.
It's sort of bad because I wrote it half on a tiny airplane with no light and half at 1 in the morning.
Once I flew above the clouds,
Content with the world below,
I passed by fields of jasmine green,
And gray Toblerones peaked with snow.
Occasionally Iâd pass some glittering glass,
And Iâd peer in between the white
Unsure if the swath was simply water,
Or some other unknown sight.
I didnât stop in my wild flight,
There was too much to be seen and said,
People would often stop and ask me if,
It was from time himself I fled.
I felt the sun so gently curl
Around my windblown, messy hair
Cradling my bones and flesh with warmth
And filling my lungs with air.
Then one day I came across
A pale tower piled high,
And I stopped to look inside
This cheerful castle in the sky.
I discovered all I ever wanted
Within this ivory palace,
Rows and rows of weathered pages,
And my own red jeweled chalice.
I found that living languidly
Suited my purposes all the same,
I spent my days waiting inside,
And a sleeping relic I became.
Sure enough Time passed me by,
But I could feel the sun no more,
My limbs got cold and colder still,
Til I couldnât rise from the marble floor.
Then one day a storm broke overhead,
Swept my castle upwards high.
And I was left beneath the sun,
Drifting alone in the great blue sky.
