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I'm here sitting alone, the smell of coffee runs through my veins, some music I probably will forget playing in the background In a few years I'll be arguing with the thought of you, But I'm here, I am here, writing about what's happening pretty boring right? I call myself a poet but I can't use simple metaphors, I call myself a poet but I can't describe exactly how you make me feel I call myself a poet BUt I'm not so... what am I? I'm just a kid scared of life and the dark 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 see it either I can't see how 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 wish to be there I wish to see what I can't 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 anymore
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
I need a title for this poem!!!!!!!! ASAP
I'm here sitting alone, the smell of coffee runs through my veins, some music I probably will forget playing in the background In a few years I'll be arguing with the thought of you, But I'm here, I am here, writing about what's happening pretty boring right? I call myself a poet but I can't use simple metaphors, I call myself a poet but I can't describe exactly how you make me feel I call myself a poet BUt I'm not so... what am I? I'm just a kid scared of life and the dark 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 see it either I can't see how 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 wish to be there I wish to see what I can't 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 anymore
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
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