A Vaper's Goodnight

February 23, 2015

My mind is blank

My words are few

So I'll be frank

I love you

My poem holds rhyme

I'm left to speak this

In or out of time

It's you who I miss

I know I'm caught in the friend zone

I know I'm stuck there in a bind

If a Penney won't work I'll take a loan

To figure out what is it on your mind

My poems I wrote there of you

Ariel, trees, and The Dream

And I said my words, they'll be few

I guess they're not so it would seem.

Good night, you thief,

Good night, you fiend,

Hello belief

Hello my dream

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