What do I put on paper today,
When I know the ink has run out
And there is no white left between the blues?
All the papers I have filled,
They all look the same
Carrying the same weight.
Each of them
Is singing the same song
With a change in tempo, perhaps
But they all have the same lyrics.
What do I write today
When the song I put on repeat
Has started to wither in my mind
And I have no other on my list?
How can I write today
When I have nothing to say?
I think we all know the feeling, yet we speak.
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What do you do? You write a beautiful poem like this. Love it.
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Thank you very much 😊
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We write of the worlds that doesn’t exist
We write of the worlds that no one knows
We then throw up our hands and cry for more
When we know what we have is enough
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