the night grows silent, yet i cannot sleep
there's something, ticking, making me think
i wonder if ever i may get to dream
will you be waiting, only for me
i lay here, my dear, looking up at the dark
no faintest idea, not even a spark
of where you could be, or who you are
the idea is haunting my very thoughts
i hear the melody inside of my mind
i'm hoping that maybe someday you will find
and with it remember the lyrics i wrote
that one day may never let go of my throat
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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