There is
There always be
Pen paper and ink
There aren’t
But there will be
These words
No words
None at all
Too many sometimes
It’s strange to call it a flow
Because at the end of it
This page would make no sense
But I will keep it
Safe, right here
And call it Random
Though I apparently began with a flow.
What hurts me
Is you will smile
After I read it to u
And not that it’s wrong
It’s just a little strange
U see
To see you
Smile it away
The way
You smile me away!