Weird Science
A stranger on the street.
Another embodiment I didn't want to meet.
Romanticing, a habit I cannot beat.
My mind tired of creating what I want him to be.
Style / Type:
freeform
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction):
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Language:
English
hi
i read this somewhere that if you want to attract your perfect mate then... u should very clearly paint it in ur mind what kinda person you want him to be.