Was bored and tried to write something artistic, dunno if this is even called a poem, I just think off a story and write it to match a "slow read" yet have a "sound" if ya get me
I see no point to continue, now,
watering my feelings of regret.
I can just blow the petals off,
and clasp on (my) success.
Shall I decide so, it will reflect.
Shall I decide wrong, for that,
you take as right, it will reflect.
Only by a smile you could tell,
I see no threads I'm tied to.
My shoulders are cold as steel.
It's a board with a king,
dissent to advance.
Perhaps, I have decided.
In the end...
look for my smile.