Jun 2017
I craft words
With imagery
Inside my head,
I weave and I write
As I go along,
Swarming my brain
Like a thousand bees,
The clock hand ticks
Quicker than mine,
So sometimes I run
Off the page and forget
What I was even thinking.
With imagery
Inside my head,
I weave and I write
As I go along,
Swarming my brain
Like a thousand bees,
The clock hand ticks
Quicker than mine,
So sometimes I run
Off the page and forget
What I was even thinking.
Just a quick write about how I often think of something as I'm writing and I'll forget another line! Haha.
(26/M/Middlesbrough - England)
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