#24 The Writer

Full of bleeding heart

That’s me

Slowly dying

For all to see

Hoping for words

To set the world alight

As I scribble away

In the dead of night

Six And Two Threes

Who was the worst

Me or you

Does it even matter

Who did what to who

Now we have both

Taken the fall

To still keep score

Really means fuck all

© Me

In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine

There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online

Reminiscence

I could
spend
hours
writing
poetry

But
I could
never
do it
justice

How
once
upon
a time
we
had
it
all

But
now
I’ve
been
left
lifeless

An Apathetic Author

It’s
hard to
write
it all
down

What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside

But now
is the
time to
start
again

For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide

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