I don't know why I write
But certainly i like it
The peace induced on the subconscious
By just overflowing word's
Clears my deepest thoughts
It just feels so great
I'd say it's another plane of excitement
A magical wonder at discovering self
And just how the subconscious
Picks nightmares for Dreams
A rose is just a wild flower
To someone, interest is critical
As even the most beautiful poem
Are just crafted word's
To someone
But earth with no art
Is just e___h.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
I don't know why I write
But certainly i like it
The peace induced on the subconscious
By just overflowing word's
Clears my deepest thoughts
It just feels so great
I'd say it's another plane of excitement
A magical wonder at discovering self
And just how the subconscious
Picks nightmares for Dreams
A rose is just a wild flower
To someone, interest is critical
As even the most beautiful poem
Are just crafted word's
To someone
But earth with no art
Is just e___h.
Everyone isn't intimidated by art,
I Pity their loss, must be kinda of boring
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