I Freestyle.
I stack metaphors on similie's..cause that's my style.Always ending in a rhymeSo I...continoue to the next line...Reveal a story of the first time; I unlocked this talent of mine.Gripped a black pen by its neck; nearing the margin in a sec...So IThought what the heck.Paragraphs in my vista floating like butterflys.Stinging like a bee; sending chills like..the cries as infants cry.But its a readers sigh..asHe or she ...starts to see; how easy it is...toWalk in my shoes; grip my pen...read until the margin. Get what I mean...as in unlock the meaning.Of the arrangement of words...but like a dream...5 seconds after you wake up...you don't remember what you been "experiencing".So like dejavu..This is how I do.this is my style..How I freestyle...Begining at the 3rd line.