Part of me complains, but still I'm here at 12:30 am
Even though I want to sleep
I feel like writing something
I wanna let something out
I can't put my finger on exactly what it is,
But something in my mind is itching to be set free
Darn it, never mind
There's nothing really to be said
My mind wants to be set free from its cage, but I don't have the key
So I'll wait until the words come to me
Until then, I'll just write stupid poems about how I don't know what to write.
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PuisiSome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
