i could never gave them a real answer
"why do you write?"
Four words
This is where
my mind will go blank
because you used to be the reason why I write
but now that you're gone
things just don't make sense
so many things
are clouding my brain
to protrude from my mouth
and out towards everything.
Every little thing
that used to be the reason
why I write,
eventually burnt away.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
i could never gave them a real answer
"why do you write?"
Four words
This is where
my mind will go blank
because you used to be the reason why I write
but now that you're gone
things just don't make sense
so many things
are clouding my brain
to protrude from my mouth
and out towards everything.
Every little thing
that used to be the reason
why I write,
eventually burnt away.
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