my mouth is filled up with words
that my hands can't translate
...and i'm choking
x.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
my mouth is filled up with words
that my hands can't translate
...and i'm choking
x.
with so many words, how will i ever find the right ones to spill into these poems? why is there such a disconnect between the metaphors and messages spinning through my mind, and how my hands transcribe them onto paper? they'll never be perfect. i'm simply drowning in poetry...
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