a blank page stands before me
curser blinking like the bomb i I feel in my head
ticking down slowly waiting for the explosion of an emotional masterpiece
that i hope will make its way to the page
i am wishing to make something that will speak out
something that leave its readers with a feeling of understanding and deeps thoughts
help people see even a fraction of my metaphorical brain
yet here i sit waiting for this day to come
until then
a blank page stands before me
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YOU ARE READING
1am thoughts
Poetryhiya. i am gonna go by sky on here so that's what you can call me. I have had insomnia for quite sometime now and realized i have an overload of random notes on my phone from random, dark thoughts I have at like midnight. i wanted to be able to put...
