Ah silly boy
It is already a half lie
And I can make it whole
I wake up now
Writing poetry in my head
Sleep glazed lines that disappear before it matters
Before they are caught
And the sun is not yet up still
I will not answer for this
So leave me be but
I am getting of track again
Keeping my thoughts behind me
And guts in knots
Waiting
Predestined for difficulty
In the warm corner of a coffee shop
Writing ****
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Ah silly boy
It is already a half lie
And I can make it whole
I wake up now
Writing poetry in my head
Sleep glazed lines that disappear before it matters
Before they are caught
And the sun is not yet up still
I will not answer for this
So leave me be but
I am getting of track again
Keeping my thoughts behind me
And guts in knots
Waiting
Predestined for difficulty
In the warm corner of a coffee shop
Writing ****
Current head space... anxious and dissatisfied
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