Monday, 2 November 2015

I write coz

I write to the moonlight, I write to the stars,                   
I write about sorrow, I write about scars,                
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad,
I write about feelings that drive me half mad,
most of all I write to be me, 
to travel to places, set my life free
I write to Christians, aethiests and Jews,
Consistently write the wrong words to you
the featureless face hides a mannequins grin, 
the soulless echo of words deep within,
I write of the teenagers in romantic sin
party animal people pissed up with gin
mostly I write for the gluttonous bin
now look at the fucking state I am in

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