Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
Sporadic randomness from a disheveled mind.
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Poets lie all the time but there are some truths only poetry can tell.
there exists a light within all of us worth fighting for
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