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Writing used to be fun, now it feels empty
Before it was a way for empty my soul , when life become too heavy.
It used to be my pen ans me, solving one problem at a time.
Now it's just my pen scribbling line by line.
I can no longer seem to find myself buried in the verses.
I read them around and it seem like curses.
I wish I can run back in time , the time where the writer in me knew how to sow words with emotion that were mine.
Watering each word with spice , nuturing them so they rythme .
Making e ach verse one of a kind, a true representation of my reality.
I often sit back and wonder where , I losted this little writer of my mine.
I often wonder when it come to writing, if this is the end of my line.
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#life #poems #writing
Before it was a way for empty my soul , when life become too heavy.
It used to be my pen ans me, solving one problem at a time.
Now it's just my pen scribbling line by line.
I can no longer seem to find myself buried in the verses.
I read them around and it seem like curses.
I wish I can run back in time , the time where the writer in me knew how to sow words with emotion that were mine.
Watering each word with spice , nuturing them so they rythme .
Making e ach verse one of a kind, a true representation of my reality.
I often sit back and wonder where , I losted this little writer of my mine.
I often wonder when it come to writing, if this is the end of my line.
© spechless
©All rights reserved
#life #poems #writing
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