this is a poem that me and my cousin made. here it goes
Alter Callous
Glide through my senses
Let it blaze,
Slither in my veins
Surge of life
Perceived, it is not to be
No, not a glance;
Need to be, does it not?
Let the wits speak:
Unshackle the sentiment,
The whisper-sheathed screech;
Seize, I can no longer
The bird is meant to fly.
The gaze unbolts;
Vivid.
The ardour is unearthed
I’m up the skies,
Callous altered.