-For the Unknown-
For a time,
It-could-be a crime.
Another day,
It-could-be quite fine.
For every day, a chance,
And every dog, it's way.
Now, may I have this dance?
This is one of my first attempts at poetry, so please, be brutal . ^.=.^
*This story was written in midst of English class, ironically, during poetry reading. I'm no poet, I'm a writer, but I was told I had a knack for it so what the hay?
