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Poetry is always the epicenter of my expressions, My soul's sole extension The way I give subvention To my tension To give confession to my transgression But my pen is now empty The bottle tempts me I pour my drink to fill Only to find the emptiness of the glass Matches the emptiness of the heart The emptiness of the pen My mind as blank as paper My thoughts fleeting as vapor All I can think is how I miss her How I miss her voice that's been gone so long How I miss the care she would give to me How I regret that I would forget Just how much she meant to me & now I lament what should have prevented Halving my heart and her heart Never to be together because I blew it I blew it & I can't stop writing about you, my friend but there are only so many words They cannot transform this pain They only perform for others to read & that will not make me whole again... So here's to the good years poetry has brought me Here's to the good memories of you and I I say goodbye to what once was Because it just hurts to write I only long to be numb
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
Tired of Poetry
Poetry is always the epicenter of my expressions, My soul's sole extension The way I give subvention To my tension To give confession to my transgression But my pen is now empty The bottle tempts me I pour my drink to fill Only to find the emptiness of the glass Matches the emptiness of the heart The emptiness of the pen My mind as blank as paper My thoughts fleeting as vapor All I can think is how I miss her How I miss her voice that's been gone so long How I miss the care she would give to me How I regret that I would forget Just how much she meant to me & now I lament what should have prevented Halving my heart and her heart Never to be together because I blew it I blew it & I can't stop writing about you, my friend but there are only so many words They cannot transform this pain They only perform for others to read & that will not make me whole again... So here's to the good years poetry has brought me Here's to the good memories of you and I I say goodbye to what once was Because it just hurts to write I only long to be numb
jack-jenkins
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
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