There's a void, Of words and feelings, In my heart. Maybe it's the boredom of monotony, Maybe it's the emptiness of love. I want the lovergirl back. Who's going to bring her back?
Just between us, I am tired, But I want to keep going, I am exhausted, But I want to do so much more, I am lost, But I feel I have found myself a bit, I am here, But I don't want to be, I am okay, But
Maybe this is the quietest and loneliest Corner of the world, Where a poem pops up, Every night, Regardless of how good or bad it is, With or without any inspiration, For someone on somedays, Or for n
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