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You know how the saying goes: They write one and you know they love you They write a hundred and they love the craft I'll admit I've written a hundred and more, 'm sorry I'm getting sick and tired of the same routine Pacing all night Until I collapse, exhausted Spinning my wheels, running on fumes, And ultimately getting nowhere. I'm thinking of blowing this whole thing up And starting from scratch Because after we ended things It took you half the time to recover that I did. You know how the saying goes And those are the consequences of having a muse. You corrupted the art And turned it into an obsession. I've been limited, Waxing poetic about your body, your soul, your grip on me And nothing more. Take this as a goodbye letter To: you And for: me Take this as a promise to stop looking back. I'll write about the stars The wind in my hair And how the birds sing to greet the early morning. Maybe one day I'll write about someone new. I'll write about living, and stop thinking about you.
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Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 1:14 AM UTC
tired of my same old, same old (moving on)
You know how the saying goes: They write one and you know they love you They write a hundred and they love the craft I'll admit I've written a hundred and more, 'm sorry I'm getting sick and tired of the same routine Pacing all night Until I collapse, exhausted Spinning my wheels, running on fumes, And ultimately getting nowhere. I'm thinking of blowing this whole thing up And starting from scratch Because after we ended things It took you half the time to recover that I did. You know how the saying goes And those are the consequences of having a muse. You corrupted the art And turned it into an obsession. I've been limited, Waxing poetic about your body, your soul, your grip on me And nothing more. Take this as a goodbye letter To: you And for: me Take this as a promise to stop looking back. I'll write about the stars The wind in my hair And how the birds sing to greet the early morning. Maybe one day I'll write about someone new. I'll write about living, and stop thinking about you.
"If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes a few hundred sonnets, he loves sonnets".
#heartbreak#newlife#muse#love#repetition
Nyx_
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Nyx_
23/F/USA
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 1:14 AM UTC
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