To you who claim the fruit of words
beware becoming great big herds.
Watch the sound leave a scar,
pentametric verse and bar?
Lace them nice to please the eye
go all out, don't be shy.
Could you forget feeling's drive?
and allow the... its chance to thrive.
Narrow extending lines
forging into who knows where;
ignoring those red warning signs.
it doesn't matter with that much flair.
Guilt is two,
me and you.
Awesome. a Poem about writtiting hasn't been done since Graffiti several months back by Peach Follows.