people watching. commenting on those peoples shoes, hair, clothes, fake tans.
if days never ended would there be no stars for us to see?
what would happen to imagination and endless possibilities?
if rain didn't fall would straightening hair be a wasted effort?
what would happen if riverbeds became barren deserts?
if genetics weren't real would we all be the same?
what if no one pretty ever rose to fame?
if i couldn't rhyme, could i write this poem any faster?
what if i was a poem writing master?!
if what happened would what do what?
what if ithinki'mreallybadatwritingpoemsandsuchthatijustrandomlydidn 'trhymethelastlinebutinsteanddidn'tincludespacesbecausenowi' moutofideasaboutwhatsandifs.
-™kati
(this is a lame poem and i reccomend you don't waste your time reading it)
the stuff that you can walk to the beat with.
White Oleander. The Land Before Time. Anastasia. The Invisible. The Bucket List. Juno. A Day Without a Mexican. Sicko. Super Size Me. A Walk to Remember. The Miracle of Marcelino. Ladder 49.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Catch 22. Flowers For Algernon.