***
I cannot believe what the hell I'm looking at;
What the hell is that?
I wish I were blind;
So, let me decline,
And resign any advancements.
***
I try to be kind;
But when I'm reminded of mankind,
I can't help but leave that all behind,
Leave it all unsigned.
***
It just doesn't enlighten me in the slightest,
Even the faintest...
Memory.
***
I just don't understand,
What's so attractive about that stance?
At first glance;
It takes me out of any hypnotic trance,
No chance...
To enhance...
***
It could just be me being young,
Or it could just be me being dumb.
But it's just not attractive,
And I'd rather be inactive.
***
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Rika Lekay
Hi! I'm currently 20 years old and I love to write short stories, poems, novels, and writing prompts.
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