Creativity, something I don't expect you to understand,
Really dig deep inside,
Ending all doubts from whoever,
And for the most part,
The more you judge and hate,
In secret,
Vacancies in my soul,
Indirectly you've caused,
The worst is,
You're still forgiven;
An acrostic style poem by me,Dedicated to Miss Wong :) :
Mitchie;p
Mitchie;p