they can't all
be love poems, or
sad notes, or
lines etched
about heart ache
or heart break.
they can't all
be about her,
or you, or them,
or someone from
the past that
lingers like a
sticky cobweb
in the corner of
my mind. no.
they can't all
be about that,
sometimes you have
to deviate and write
about something
entirely different.
like, like...
well, give me
a moment or two,
something will
come up.
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1 comment:
maybe something about a little boy on the bus with a red lolli....
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