Give me a cup of tea.
A tablespoon of honey.
Put in the music way too loud.
I'd say sorry, but in too proud.
Read and read to take me away,
Write because I have words to say.
And if I sing in the bath,
It's just because I want to laugh.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't.
If I don't want to, then I won't.
I want to sail the distance seas,
But now I'll drown my thoughts in tea.
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My book of words, That mean so much. Unravel my thoughts, That I so closely clutch. Of love, Of hate. My poetry book, Holds future and fate. A figure to think, A friend to confide.
I don't write for you I don't write to make you like me I don't write to make you hate me Or to boost or batter myself over your reviews I don't write so you'll think I'm wise or deep Edgy or "emo"...
My mind's always buzzing with some thought about something random and quirky never anything thoroughly serious.
You're my friend. Each of you. And I'd like to read about you more. That's why I'm actually here. To read blogs and stories of interesting, boring, rich or poor people.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, February 17, 2013. Life is a funny little thing, except it isn't that little.
Sitting on my stairs Neither up not down Smack bang in the middle Wearing a little frown I ponder on my life In all it's wonder and its glory A tiny touch of trouble, a smattering of strife A...
I'd like to think. I could be whatever I wanted to be. To live a happy life and be carefree. I'd like to think. That the world could be a less scary place.
What I write is my own decision I don't do it for recognition Here's my confession Just listen... What I write means a lot to me Don't you see.
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