IJustMadeThatUp

And you said you wern't a poet?!?!?!
Did someone propose to you today?

I'm not,
you snot.
You forgot,
I'm hot.

There is no way in the world that you could degrade the splendour of poetry with my clumsy words.

Not today.

This ring,
you have placed upon my finger,
comes at the cost
of knuckles scraping along the ground.
What if grazed skin,
bruised and bleeding
is more than I'm willing to pay?

Right there, just like that.
Poem.
Good poem.

Oh.

^__^ Agreed with Kevin. Ace.