There's a chime in my head
That confines me to this bed.
Ringing, “Hey little girl,
Today will be the same.”
I wonder how many times,
I've repeated these phrases.
Like where am I going?
Or what the hell is fate?
Is it really a pre-forged path?
Or another fairy tale escape?
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
There's a chime in my head
That confines me to this bed.
Ringing, “Hey little girl,
Today will be the same.”
I wonder how many times,
I've repeated these phrases.
Like where am I going?
Or what the hell is fate?
Is it really a pre-forged path?
Or another fairy tale escape?
As you can tell by the title, I haven't found much inspiration to write lately. It's frustrating...
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