Sometimes the heart of a poet cracks
And before they can worry
About stopping the bleeding
They spill a little out on the page
The things my heart bleeds for
I would share them with you
And I have
The parts of life that make it worth living
I’d share them with you
And I have
But at the end of my rope
When the well has run dry
When staring at this doc a second longer
Could push me over the edge
I give in and write something uninspired
Or even a joke
And that’s what goes viral.
**** you for that.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
Sometimes the heart of a poet cracks
And before they can worry
About stopping the bleeding
They spill a little out on the page
The things my heart bleeds for
I would share them with you
And I have
The parts of life that make it worth living
I’d share them with you
And I have
But at the end of my rope
When the well has run dry
When staring at this doc a second longer
Could push me over the edge
I give in and write something uninspired
Or even a joke
And that’s what goes viral.
**** you for that.
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