Pick Me If You Want, I Still Won
Location
Geneseo
48 Tulip Ct
United States
41° 7' 3.1656" N, 74° 1' 23.1204" W
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Poetry can be scary.
Poetry is supposed to be scary.
Digging through thoughts so deep, I cringe.
But poetry can be happy.
Poetry is supposed to be happy.
Poetry is a lot of things.
These lines of emotions are what define you.
Or maybe they don't define you, but you define them.
Who's to judge a poem?
There are no winners in poetry.
Yet I'm always victorious at an end of a poem.
I hope that you choose my poem, but I also don't care.
Nobody can tell me that this isn't scholar material
because after this poem? I feel like a winner.
This poem is about:
Me