Cause I know I'll make a mistake
The thought can't continue without it
My inspiration is dead
And the lines are filled with pointless words
And pointless thoughts that continue
Without It
Looking back, I now know what I meant
Cause the feeling was indescribable
To itself
Don't waste your thoughts
Spare that feeling in your chest
Looking back, you don't know what it meant
Cause the pain was only mutual
And I bet I know you more than you do
Or more than I know myself now
And as it flows, the paper fills
Only hoping to be read for the art it isn't
Any man can judge cause their "but"s are all the same
To be heard and then forgotten
Please don't remember me
I'm not that poem you read in literature class
By some famous poet you never knew
Yet he's affected your life
More than you know is true
Cause it's the ones close to you
That make you gloom when the wither
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thoughts of the day (it's 2 in the morning)
Poetry i suppose
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