She is a terrible poet

The wind blows
As the rain tumbles
It is not a sunny day
And her thoughts are in disarray

She has been spending days writing poems
Poems that will tell about how she thinks
Poems that will tell about how she feels
Everything she says is random

She could talk about the wind
She could talk about the rain
She could talk about herself
And the little things inside her brain

Everything she said was random
Apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
I don’t make sense anymore, bye.