I'm pottering and napping with no space for snap chatting I'm reading and snoozing with no online browsing I'm just taking downtime some space for just me time I'll see you tomorrow when I emerge from my burrow
Think about all the people you wouldn’t have met if you had never broken up- Think of all the things you’ve learned since then. Think of all the travelling you wouldn’t have gone on and the photos you wouldn't have taken and the laughs you wouldn't have had. Step outside yourself and look at who you have become- remind yourself that you made the right choice.
Free It’s a verse I’m averse to, But the walls of Whitman crash No less strongly than those waves His pen chiseled in mind. How can one find meaning And Structure, when the structure itself Is left behind? See?
Polysyllabic scheme could hold Me But how can I Hold Myself to rules that cannot exist? Chess with no pieces Or Twister with no board. Completely free, Yet completely free.
And more than all, How to let anyone see. With rhyme gone its just... Me Where does one move forward When the axis is so Free
it doesn't happen often, but sometimes your soul just yells at you until you create something. with this something created, my soul can be quiet for a bit now, at least.