Poetry-
Doesn't send shivers down my spine,
When I write it,
If only I could ignite it!
Oh, the only art I've got,
And it chokes me so,
Why can't I just let it go?
These words fall on deaf eyes.
Doesn't it crush your spirit?
Or, do people watch you?
Tell me, how I might strum their heartstrings,
And bring these ones and ohs to life.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
Poetry-
Doesn't send shivers down my spine,
When I write it,
If only I could ignite it!
Oh, the only art I've got,
And it chokes me so,
Why can't I just let it go?
These words fall on deaf eyes.
Doesn't it crush your spirit?
Or, do people watch you?
Tell me, how I might strum their heartstrings,
And bring these ones and ohs to life.
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