Desire, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

I Can Write

I can write out of misery,
can make you feel teary,
about dawning light and loneliness,
of letter unanswered , dark emptiness

everyday has been a test i guess
of where pain hits me most
the nerves or the chest
but why spill ink to spit what’s inside
isn’t too much dirt already outside

can’t we imagine a merry time?
snowflakes falling, oh I listen wind chimes
dark brewed coffee and chocolates too
a dog that barks every time it sees you
It isn’t hard, I tell everyone every time
just let it flow, forget time.


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