Thread by @AmimiMusic

The only perk of having a lot of emotions is when I hyperfixate on writing songs and then all my thoughts turn into poorly formed poetry.

I like when my thoughts start to rhyme,
It brings a strange sense peace to my mind,
But gods I wish that I had more time,
So I could give you more than just 4 lines.

Hell maybe I can,
If I just focus,
But...er...damn,
Pretend not to notice,
That the rhythm is different,
My thoughts are a sinkhole,
I'm not sure I'm present,
I think I may be losing control 😂

That last one had the rhythm,
Of Bo Burnhams Art is Dead,
I promise it wasn't intentional,
It's just stuck inside my head.

I realised after I posted,
That it may be unoriginal,
But I didn't actually notice,
Until I made it physical.

Seriously I can't stop,
Please send help,
My brains about to pop,
Welp

I'm such a bard,
Holy shit,
Do I require attention,
Is that what this is?

There's probably better ways,
But this has been quite fun,
If you've read this thank you,
But this train of thought is done.