Why can’t I write
Why does my soul put up a fight
All of these words and phrases inside
Why must I rhyme
Why can’t my work be catchy
I wish I knew Shakespeare
He’d understand
Or Langston Hughes
He was probably an understanding man
Why can’t I do poetry
Write down my feelings
Let them see what’s inside of me
Why can’t I master figurative language
This problem drives my soul
Round and round
And then it hits me
I’m writing it down
A STARRY WISH. If dreams were real like they said. Wouldn’t you meet her at Gondola ride on a canal in Venice? You wish you…
I don’t wanna open my eyes tonight, The stars, are lovelier than ever but Enough of it, it’s just way too bright I am just…
The anxiety and depression, Are all repurcussions, Of a part not so well played, Of decisions delayed, Of trusts misplaced, Of not being able to…
I soaked in the silky smooth light, Everything around,beautiful and bright, People moving around freely, Everyone looked so blissfully Happy and serene, Everybody so lovable…
I am glad that amidst us you are back, We anxiously awaited your comeback, Tears kept flowing out of our tear sacs, As we waited…
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