Writing poems and such isn't a strong suite for me. I'm not good with words on paper usually, but today I started to write again. I haven't done this in some time.
Staring at the people outside my window
Wishing I could hear their stories but
I just stay right where I am
Cuz, I know that they will never understand
The reasons why I can't just let go
Of everything I am
Seeing their smiling faces and
Knowing that I may never have that feeling
The tears start coming and once again
I'm staring at the people outside my window
Wishing I could hear their stories but
I just stay right where I am
Cuz, I know that they will never understand
The reasons why I can't just let go
Of everything I am
This isn't anything that is special, but something that I'm working on.
I'm so happy that I have once again found my muse. Oh the beauty to be found in the written word. I'm sure that I will have more to write about in coming days.
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