I’m no poet..

I don’t write poems.
I can’t mix words.
I can’t do this.
All I have here is this thought.
This freaking thought that somehow, words will appear.
That in some enchanted way,
I’ll just find myself spilling all this words from my mind.
And I’ll find this poem,
On a fresh sheet of paper, written by me.
This poem that somehow made sense.
That somehow, represents what I feel.
But I can’t write a poem.
All I can do, is put this jumbled words together.
With no clear thought. with no clear theme.
And people will never understand.
Which in the end will make perfect sense.
Because I don’t write poems.


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