My attempt at a happy poem!

    I'm Yoga and caffiene

    A girl who loves to scream

    And inorganic scenes

    Are never where I lean.

    So call me when your wired

    My words are getting tired

    So join the festivity

    if you wish

    to find me uninspired.

   Let us swine the spotlight

   Then we'll dance into the sad bored night

   I have to hurry back too soon

   Or else I'll miss my gosh damn  flight.

    First we'll  watch the fashion show

    Then we'll be thinspired

    we'll empty our selves

    with brand new games.

    and then we'll try inspired.

  (I have no idea~ I was (am) tired.)

Still tell me what you think~