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There's no beginning to this thought process.
There's no form or set rhythm or rhyme
No talent, really.
How can it ever compare?
Age is a number
That creates who you are
Whether you're acting it
or hiding it
Or pretending you remember it
Why isn't writing an art?
You can become a clothing designer
or video game creator
or visual media tycoon
But where's the poet slash novelist slash lyricist tycoon?
For the only humans I care about
This is a very short arrangement
Where are the candles??
Where's the shredded pieces of colorful paper
floating in the breeze?
Running thin
Falling down
There's not much more to say
(Even if i were able to say it.)
- by Thingsastheyhappen |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/28/2009 |
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- Title: You don't count
- Artist: Thingsastheyhappen
- Description: I wrote this once I found out there was a writing arena. Sorry to the poor quality.
- Date: 11/28/2009
- Tags: dont count
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