Connected
My words have been another's words, my life's experience, has been another's life as well. The reasons I think of my self different, are the reason's that I'm the same.
Could you not find the word's to express yourself. Then may your heart flutter when you read mine. As you can finally see the feeling's that were locked in your heart expressed. Do not fret that it was another's words. Instead I hope you feel the connection between you and I.
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Not Inspired
I come here
every night
want to write
micropoetry
just one
but most nights
and tonight
nothing stirs
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rain falls
heavy on the shoulders
gotta pick them up
before somebody sees
Ring, its a call
someone tryin to get ahold of
not gonna pick it up
sorry, for the beep
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