I'm not a poet;I couldn't be if I tried.I just fill pages when I feel empty,pouring my soul into fragile vesselsof paper and inkhoping that some tired soul(not much unlike myself)might wipe off the film of scratched letters,broken words,and weak structures,to glance at the rusted emotions underneath.
I'm not a poet,just another angsty teenagerwith a pen and an ideaand a world that looks more like a warzonefrom behind rose-coloured hipster glasses.Originality waningand sentences far from pretty,
I quietly transplant from my mindanother set of scribbled versesonto borrowed notebook paper
to free my jumbled thoughts
and cure inherent boredom.
I'm not a poet,but, hey, a girl can try.
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I haven't written in a while; I've had this idea rolling around for a bit, but could just now make something from it
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