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poet_at_heart) wrote2011-01-27 08:46 pm
poet_at_heart) wrote2011-01-27 08:46 pm
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Poem time!
May I borrow some glue?
Maybe some nails and wood too.
Since this noise is killing me.
Irritation, frustration.
The sound of the drops,
falling one by one.
Can't find the little hole.
Action, malfunction.
Since honestly,
how hard can it be for me?
To find a little hole?
Confusion, distraction.
Since this noise is killing me.
Irritation, frustration.
The sound of the drops,
falling one by one.
Can't find the little hole.
Action, malfunction.
Since honestly,
how hard can it be for me?
To find a little hole?
Confusion, distraction.
This is draining me.
Draining all of my energy.
This little damn hole in my soul.
Stagnation, acceptation.
Note: Seriously, I hate it when i can't figure out what it that is draining my energy!