I'm like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. and Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning reel just like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon or like a carousell that's turning Running rings around the moon'cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face see that the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space just like the circles that you find
I wonder why I stick to my pride.. I suppose the reason is this. If I need to apologise due to a reaction based on someone elses mis-action, it makes me unwilling to be the first to admit I was wrong.
A solid definition of pride, in my opinion.
Oh noble scion, the first to post a rhyme on my profile
The first to make me read someone else’s poem and smile
You claim your ice, silly Elsa
You claimed to want my fire and heart?
What else?
You hide from dead memes and rhymes
With stealth
But it was only my desire
To make the corners of your mouth rise higher
A smile hopefully given to you by a fire
And maybe you clap like “damn Flowiest, you liar”
*bored sigh*
Yes yes... I am the snow drake of the north, queen of these lands and lord of the frost beings. What are your final requests before you meet your demise for disturbing my slumber you intolerable human.