I sit and write poems

Aug 5

Written By Ella Wen

- Dawn Mckay

hating that feeling that nothing else can soothe

cursed to a pen and vocabulary

I wish I could sprint fast enough to leave my heart in dust

it is full of romantic metaphors and not a cold vain inside

delusion a welcomed flit

nothing vice like locution you spit with complexity

I sit and write poems.

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