Do not blame me for my lack of rhyme, for my verses flow freely like a meandering river, unpredictable and wild. I am but a silly poet, a novice in the art of weaving words into perfect harmony. My lines may be obtuse, crooked, and unrefined, but they carry the weight of my emotions, untamed and unapologetic. I wander among the realms of mental songs and poems, my passion burning like a fierce flame in the depths of my being. My love is restless, constant, and unyielding, like a thunderstorm raging inside me. It cannot be contained or silenced, it … Continue reading Do not blame me …