I'm dying with these words,
When the world closes its doors.
Trying to find the life inside
to give and share,
to live a life.
Oh kindle life, give me hype.
To be productive as I ever was
The poet inside of me
has been dying as it ever has.
It comes and goes
Like as water flows.
It might be dry,
It might overflow.
Inspiration...
dying
while
also
craving
inside.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 5:32 AM UTC
I'm dying with these words,
When the world closes its doors.
Trying to find the life inside
to give and share,
to live a life.
Oh kindle life, give me hype.
To be productive as I ever was
The poet inside of me
has been dying as it ever has.
It comes and goes
Like as water flows.
It might be dry,
It might overflow.
Inspiration...
dying
while
also
craving
inside.
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