Why Me?
I had the best dream ever. Sitting on a basement waiting, cat-and-mouse for a change.
Unexpectedly forth came this beauty, that took me out of my cage.
I may not be able to see my nose, but I can see the adorableness that lays on it.
The airiness of companionship, fragile, and vulnerable, is maintained alone by our own volition.
Only a bluff aloft asperous rocks if one wills it to be.
Patience waited for adorableness to appear to him but watched it's activity advance in flight.
"Beauty is free" I said "so why did it adjudge to acreage on me?"
This poem is about:
Our world