• Jones

Goodluck because

Updated: Oct 30

This poem may not make sense.

The structure is fragile,

but poetry makes me smile.

The core of a good joke.


The structure is fragile,

so my heart breaks.

The core of a good joke

is me smiling all the more!


Oh, my heart broke!

Pieces scattered on the floor,

yet smiling all the more.

How long till my heart is back together again?


Pieces scattered on the floor.

I have to ask my friends,

How long till my heart is back together again?

They stare at me tense.


I have to ask my friends

if this poem makes sense.

They stare at me tense,

but poetry makes me smile.


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