These days, I feel I've lost my spark
That flicker of creativity.
Well yes, I lit the candle;
I knew it was time for it to burn,
That eventually it'd burn out:
The dulling light emanating faint warmth.
But I think there's something poetic, too
About blunt truths
And being so honest it feels bland—
Bland enough to make you feel.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
These days, I feel I've lost my spark
That flicker of creativity.
Well yes, I lit the candle;
I knew it was time for it to burn,
That eventually it'd burn out:
The dulling light emanating faint warmth.
But I think there's something poetic, too
About blunt truths
And being so honest it feels bland—
Bland enough to make you feel.
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