why is it that i was cursed with words running around my head, each one fighting to get out and all at the same time? some say it's a blessing a talent, i know it's the only thing i can do and sometimes i don't do it all to well, you must get sick of all the drunken poems, the bad women and the loneliness, but thats where i've been and it's all i know for now, this is my curse my albatross, i wish i could delve into the source of all those words and pull out all the nice ones to make a nice poem for you to cut out and copy and hang on the wall, but for now i guess you're stuck with me, the way i am.... writing sad poems and remembering the past.
Reason for writing:
trying different style--i don't know about it sorry
Birth sign: Libra
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