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I'm here sitting alone, the smell of coffee runs through my veins, some music i probably will forget in a few years arguing with the thought of you, But I'm here, I'm here, writing about what's happening pretty boring huh? i call myself a poet but i can't use high metaphors, i call myself a poet but i can't describe fully how you make me feel i call myself a poet but what am i? I'm just a kid scared of life finding new ways to cope searching for someone to love, desperate, not holding unto my dreams how can i choose with my mind what's right for the heart to choose. and you see? don't you see? don't worry i can't either i can't see how great i am i can't see how other people see me i wish i could. i want to believe this was a dream or a nightmare at that. But at last. I'm here wishing that in another life i could be with you, or maybe in other deaths, i crave your touch, i crave you.. with coffee waking up my senses like a kid in summer waking up early to go play with his friends. i wish things were different, so i wouldn't have to wish.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
I call myself a poet
I'm here sitting alone, the smell of coffee runs through my veins, some music i probably will forget in a few years arguing with the thought of you, But I'm here, I'm here, writing about what's happening pretty boring huh? i call myself a poet but i can't use high metaphors, i call myself a poet but i can't describe fully how you make me feel i call myself a poet but what am i? I'm just a kid scared of life finding new ways to cope searching for someone to love, desperate, not holding unto my dreams how can i choose with my mind what's right for the heart to choose. and you see? don't you see? don't worry i can't either i can't see how great i am i can't see how other people see me i wish i could. i want to believe this was a dream or a nightmare at that. But at last. I'm here wishing that in another life i could be with you, or maybe in other deaths, i crave your touch, i crave you.. with coffee waking up my senses like a kid in summer waking up early to go play with his friends. i wish things were different, so i wouldn't have to wish.
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25/M/Houston
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
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