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A word of warning.

Summary:

This is a really short attempt at poetry. I can not write, poetry or otherwise, just wanted to rant a little. Poetry enthusiasts be warned its probably terrible yeeee.

Notes:

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Work Text:

I can not write.
My words to not have the same impact as others with wings gracing their hands,
Flying across letters, a sparrow in their element.
My sentences do not convey meaning.

I have not been taught the dance that is dialogue.
The ideas I hold in my mind will forever be locked in that confinement
Or thrown on a page in a desperate attempt to portray my thoughts.
Feast your eyes on my sorrow, as a writer born to be trapped in my mind.

Notes:

boom orange juice

ahaha this took me way to long to write.