Writing for me goes on endlessly,
writing for you, I'm left empty.
To fulfill what they all seek,
is to fill a tank, with a leak.
My days are void of experience,
in creativity, this makes a difference.
My heart doesn't bleed the way they want,
these tortuous thoughts are not to flaunt.
My mind, it has much to say,
but within my voice, there is a delay.
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~Brie Angeline
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Tethered To My Mind
PoésieA personal poetry book Written by Brianna Angeline Hoefer
