Looking at a blank screen With a cigarette hanging from my mouth As I inhale I am hoping for the words or a subject to write Trying to keep it lite Wanting something to trend With words that will blend Nothing about a girlfriend Nothing about a boyfriend Nothing that I would have to amend Nothing that will offend Something that everyone can comprehend I don't think I should write about my wild weekend or My girlfriends tight end I guess it will depend If the words come And From where, my dark side or my light side or my funny side or my **** side, or my deep side , or from my romantic side Maybe from my perverted sideΒ Β Poet's, how do we decide ?
Where do our words and subjects come from?? We all have so many different sides
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Our words are nothing we hide Then why can't I decide ??