the bore

it's sad
i get used to my own twists
my own little gems, poems, words
that tell love and you too probably
it's sad and strange that
i continue to write them
hearing the same melody or the
same morality. i can't get bored
to the bore, i know nothing more
nothing more comes out of them
life before death, just an habit?

Poetry by alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-01 at 15:36

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Your poems are gems I can never get tired of.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I just tell myself that Monet painted a lot of haystacks, and each one is worth viewing.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i hear you.