Sadly, any poetic drive that was left has been dried up.
But in a way, that's okay. It means I'm over her.
Now I need to find a new passion.


your boneshere's to the year i first bared your bones.your bones
i never felt lost in my own bed until i met you.


thunderstorms.lightning never strikes the same spot twice.thunderstorms.
but that's not really true, not when it comes to you and me.
and just like thunderstorms, the lightning comes first. the thunder follows, kind of like the awkward glances we share sometimes and everything we're thinking and remembering in between.
thunderstorms pass, too. they end, just like everything else. so, why did we ever think that we were the exception?
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Sorry for the delay in responding. I appreciate it very much
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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