Challenge
give me a glimpse into your twisted mind
let's get honest with eachother. write a micropoem (a very short poem) about one or more of your raw thoughts. don't be scared; i'm all twisted up too. oh! and HEY! twisted doesn't have to mean ugly, u know?
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Prom
No one will ask me
I know they won't
But I want them to
I make lists in my head
This one
That one
Someone
But no one will
I want one guy to
Everyone has a fantasy
But he doesn't know me
Doesn't want to know me
So this plays in a twisted loop
Day after day
Until prom comes
I'm all alone