How Poetic...

How poetic…

My words seem scripted across a blank screen

on the surface of my thoughts.

How poetic

I want to scream!

That my life could be an open book-

-For those who can read between the lines.

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My thoughts drift across the page…

Emotions of past and present and sometimes:

Both.

How poetic

The world seems to me;

And sometimes:

How Pathetic

I write and my mind bleeds:

Emotions. That I kept safe in the corners of

my internal memories.

I am released and:

_{How poetic}

That poetry should be my relief.