I don't plan,
I don't choose the number of syllables,
I just write.
My rhymes are rare,
I don't plan them,
If they come,
They're there,
Cuz I just write.
If something comes to mind,
I just write.
It's all from my mind,
With inspiration from my heart,
So I write.
I don't get writer's block,
I get an empty heart,
In those times,
I don't write.
I'm not a poet,
I'm just that girl,
Who writes,
Cuz it's hard for her to speak,
And it's easier to,
Just write.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
I don't plan,
I don't choose the number of syllables,
I just write.
My rhymes are rare,
I don't plan them,
If they come,
They're there,
Cuz I just write.
If something comes to mind,
I just write.
It's all from my mind,
With inspiration from my heart,
So I write.
I don't get writer's block,
I get an empty heart,
In those times,
I don't write.
I'm not a poet,
I'm just that girl,
Who writes,
Cuz it's hard for her to speak,
And it's easier to,
Just write.
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