I thought [self-recorded poem]

[Poisonpunk3]

I thought twice and thrice a day,
and again when midnight came.
I sat down for a short notice,
boredom blooming like a lotus.

I thought of it once more,
"Would you say a moment,
a moment just for thinking?"
Agreed upon that offer,
Insignificantly sinking.

 

[Poisonpunk3]

bump.