staying awake
it's 2AM in the morning
still drinking my 4th cup of
tea, i'm staying awake
i shroved myself off
in front of my brown
desk, looking for my
pencils and papers
not knowing that
my pencils are all broken
and my lines have swerved
until the comforting image
melts away under the effort
of my attempting to capture
the crinkle by your eye, the
twinkle in the top right of your iris
and i am left with the messy
paer that holds no picture
but the failure of not being
the one able to accurately
capture the essence of my muse
a.c
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poetry is my only friend
PoetryI publish here my own poems, feel free to read them as long as you don't steal them and stated as yours. Ever since, I want to be a poet. Well, sometimes many people telling me that I'm a great poet but for me I am not. I'm just a sad teenager who...
