I see before me a blank paper My hands itch in anticipation So I pour out All the deranged, gravity killing thoughts Of what the world sees As a normal mind They don't see its recesses They can't feel my sorrow They won't sense my need for love I cover my inner child I cover my creative spirit I dull all my senses I go through the same old routine In this realm I am master I choose where to dangle my participle I decide what needs to agree with this subject No one tells me not to start a sentence with but But here I break all the rules Out of my heart flows the truest Principles behind language FEELING Yet, For them to understand I must take my offspring Dress it in the most beautiful of clothing Make sure that all the lumps are hammered out And send this partial glimpse at my soul Into the dangerous path Only to be used To line a bird cage Or sturdy a wobbling table
Reason for writing:
Just a random thought really
Birth sign: Virgo
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