❝ A poem is like a raindrop
It starts out high before the plop
So high that you cannot see
Where on Earth it may be
High as birds
Like tricky words
That you don't know
Where they may go
Lower the drop comes and you can see
Almost exactly where it will be
Like the middle of a poem when you know
In which direction the words may go
The raindrop is like a case
Inside are ideas with no face
Until it hits with a splash
Like the ideas making a dash
Out of it's mysterious case
And now you see their face
Take this poem here
Did it not seem very queer?
Until the very end
When the words began to bend
And suddenly in your head
You knew what it was I said
And if you don't
Don't feel bad, most pry won't.
— Tyler Joseph
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I'm so ready for this story to start. There will be so much angst, oh boy. Also shoutout to people on tumblr who wanted to see more of her. It means a lot, you guys are the best!
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