i find it quite ironic actually,
that i have sit in this same spot for days
trying to pull some string of words
to place on this page.
yet it has remained blank.
and strangely, i do not think anything
could explain it any better.
i feel like a page that has been pondered over,
but always left blank.
there is no string of words to describe this,
i truly cannot tell if it's intent
that is so maliciously hidden deep..
no, no, no.
that is not it.
not it at all.
but in any case, i guess it may turn out?
i think i may just take the leap,
and take advantage..
make it final, one says,
yes, that sounds lovely..
give it another shot, says the other,
tempting.
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Words of the heart
Puisifor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
