I don't trust,
   Trust me.

I only see what my broken mind allows,

All the times I'd need'd myself most,
   I wasn't there.

and still, I am impresent to be but what flows,

Please beware,
   my mind.

Never speak to me a promise.
   'tis but a lie you don't yet know you've told.

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I don't know what I'm writing anymore.
   My hands move if but of their own accord,
whilst I watch the show.
   Every line is a piece of my story I've never read before.

So please ignore,
   if this makes no sense.
I am always tensed with what I don't know.
So,
When my mind and heart conspire,
I scrawl,

I scribe my pains away.

~Robert van Lingen