I haven’t done this in a while,
Writing rhymes in rhythm,
I haven’t had the time to think
Of words, my mind was numb.
I don’t know why I’m doing this,
What have I got to say?
I don’t think I have an answer
But really, I think I may.
I used to write so much back then,
Back when I was in love,
I don’t think I’m all smitten now,
But maybe, sorta, kind of?
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
I haven’t done this in a while,
Writing rhymes in rhythm,
I haven’t had the time to think
Of words, my mind was numb.
I don’t know why I’m doing this,
What have I got to say?
I don’t think I have an answer
But really, I think I may.
I used to write so much back then,
Back when I was in love,
I don’t think I’m all smitten now,
But maybe, sorta, kind of?
Shaking of the rust from my metaphoric wheels of poetry.
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