Writing words down
Not my preferred method to cope
But all the food tastes the same
And my shows feel broke
My music is too much
And the dogs are too loud
The cat's claws, too sharp
And they hecked off anyhow
So, I write a few words
Think a few lines
Feel sad and lonely
For just a few rhymes
I can't tell if it's working
But nothing else feels right
So I'll try and catch some sleep
While I write
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 5:39 AM UTC
Writing words down
Not my preferred method to cope
But all the food tastes the same
And my shows feel broke
My music is too much
And the dogs are too loud
The cat's claws, too sharp
And they hecked off anyhow
So, I write a few words
Think a few lines
Feel sad and lonely
For just a few rhymes
I can't tell if it's working
But nothing else feels right
So I'll try and catch some sleep
While I write
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