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Inspiration Is So Hard To Find
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December 2012 She has a pretty smile, beautiful face,
only girl i've tried to draw out and trace,
her every outline, put effort into detail,
every now and then inspect them like mail,
just when it's almost too late you text,
right before i fall into my depths,
i guess there must be something, or just simply,
every girl enjoys walking out quickly and nimbly,
i miss her smile, and when her eyes are drawn closed,
when her cheeks redden and she decides to hide, i'm opposed,
cause with beauty like yours in a short time,
i need to see it all til i go blind,
so when i regain sight it all seems a dream,
life works quietly with subconscious thoughts it seems,
nightly i'll relive a taxi ride or walk home,
just to wake up to reality, all alone.
Maybe pay more attention to
Maybe pay more attention to your subconscious.... but then, with all the poems and songs you write, doesn't seem to really be much of a problem as the title implies! Nice write.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
really was a conundrum
really was a conundrum titling it that, but i title it right after i finish writing and never turn back
thanks for the read & comment
can you hear me now?