I thought I was a poet and wanted to write
When that bordom hits you in the middle of he night
You would scribe yourself a poem until you got the feeling right
It just hits you, a barrage of words
The sound of my voice reverbs
Words in a flurry from my head to my toes
This poet going might work out in time who knows
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
I thought I was a poet and wanted to write
When that bordom hits you in the middle of he night
You would scribe yourself a poem until you got the feeling right
It just hits you, a barrage of words
The sound of my voice reverbs
Words in a flurry from my head to my toes
This poet going might work out in time who knows
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