ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
At a happy time
It's fun to try and rhyme
going around acting silly
dancing around in a dress so frilly
laughing so loud laughing so hard
your stomach starts to feel marred
youre smiling so big
when everyone joins the jig
youre singing youre dancing
youre frolicking your prancing
everyone is bursting with joy!
come on, join in don't be coy
when night comes it wont be gone
The happiness will still go on
it's a feeling felt in a care-free fashion
its a feeling so deep, pure passion
This feeling is allurment
this state is pure enchantment
Everything doesn't need to make sense
Who cares, embrace the nonsense
the ocean is winking
the grass is even thinking
The clouds copy our flowing movements
Our reflections in the sky for brief moments
The sun smiles cause he finds it amusing
It's a happiness no one is refusing
Our reverie cannot be broken
This is no dream from which to be woken
This may be peculiar to some
But their hearts are glum
They're nostalgic, liveing in memories
minds stuck on old scenieries
But our minds are not a mess
This leaves us free of stress
I love to sail on overhead
The stars give a kiss on my forehead
It's fun to try and rhyme
going around acting silly
dancing around in a dress so frilly
laughing so loud laughing so hard
your stomach starts to feel marred
youre smiling so big
when everyone joins the jig
youre singing youre dancing
youre frolicking your prancing
everyone is bursting with joy!
come on, join in don't be coy
when night comes it wont be gone
The happiness will still go on
it's a feeling felt in a care-free fashion
its a feeling so deep, pure passion
This feeling is allurment
this state is pure enchantment
Everything doesn't need to make sense
Who cares, embrace the nonsense
the ocean is winking
the grass is even thinking
The clouds copy our flowing movements
Our reflections in the sky for brief moments
The sun smiles cause he finds it amusing
It's a happiness no one is refusing
Our reverie cannot be broken
This is no dream from which to be woken
This may be peculiar to some
But their hearts are glum
They're nostalgic, liveing in memories
minds stuck on old scenieries
But our minds are not a mess
This leaves us free of stress
I love to sail on overhead
The stars give a kiss on my forehead
it got erased in the middle of me writting it, i tried writting it again and i think i remebered most of it. It wasn't all the way done thankfully.
Comments6
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Wow, i love it! Interesting to see a fashioned aabb poem now days tho! But you made it work ^_^