One day I'll never write again,
I really couldn't tell you why.
Maybe I'll be tired of explaining,
My pen broke,
My fingers won't work,
My mind is gone.
One day I'll stop writing poems.
I'll stop asking so hard to be seen.
One day we'll stop writing poems,
And no one will know what it means.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 9:54 PM UTC
One day I'll never write again,
I really couldn't tell you why.
Maybe I'll be tired of explaining,
My pen broke,
My fingers won't work,
My mind is gone.
One day I'll stop writing poems.
I'll stop asking so hard to be seen.
One day we'll stop writing poems,
And no one will know what it means.
Even silence has a story.
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