I wish I could.
I really wish, I do,
But how am I supposed to
When my words lack fruit?
So suddenly, it crossed me,
My path from which I now want to flee,
But not really, no...
I don't want to go.
I don't want to leave
From that which is right.
The bad I don't mind seeing,
But it's not something for which I'd intentionally take flight.
I can write, of course I can,
But in the way I can I don't want to,
And I can try, I most definitely shall,
Only with the hope that come back will my fruit.
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A/N: And here's something about writer's block 😂
Or just not being able to write. At all. For no reason.
Hope you like ittt :)
-V.
