No I ain’t always a tortured poet
with unfinished business, anxious sweat
burning down all regrets
as I casually stare into joyous sunsets.
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
who blossoms with nihilism
listening to these soulless tracks
still, hope lays on my already heavy back.
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
who dares to speak of love
as something beastly, an impediment
It is more than just romantic torments.
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
i don’t fret, i just rest
blind optimism for the weary
for happiness is within my destiny.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
with unfinished business, anxious sweat
burning down all regrets
as I casually stare into joyous sunsets.
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
who blossoms with nihilism
listening to these soulless tracks
still, hope lays on my already heavy back.
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
who dares to speak of love
as something beastly, an impediment
It is more than just romantic torments.
No I ain’t always a tortured poet
i don’t fret, i just rest
blind optimism for the weary
for happiness is within my destiny.
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