I've been writing in this book for days upon days,
Some poems I don't release for reasons I can't say,
But I have them still lingering till one night stays,
Have trouble finding my way through my mind's maze.
I found myself a gem, a gem in the desert of nothingness,
I'm trying to bring her back, back to somethingness.
She means the world to me, it's her over all of the world,
Never thought I'd find myself saying that about a girl.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
