➖ i'm back with more screwed up stories to tell in weirder ways➖
I guess it has been a while
Pen hasn't been scratching paper
I guess it wasn't most divine
To be disappearing like vapor
Time enfolds in funny ways
The millions of overlapping waves
Of billion overwhelming plays
Very much eager to tell these tales
Here I write with utmost truth
Not caring about who will listen
Any stranger, any form of youth
To them my words will glisten
I may not be much to see
Only a soul with lots to tell
Grateful that I ring with anonymity
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Because, well;
My poems are shit as hell
Yes, I may not be poetic
No, I am not that much stoic
One is getting messed up
Let's wrap it in a cup
Baby, I'm sorry if I bore you
Experience has painted fifty shades of blue
So listen if you please;
People say I'm all at ease
So read on if you may;
But if you won't, I won't dismay
-i.t
