Itsy Bitsy Busy Days
I can't help it,
My pen stocked a bit.
Words slip in awful mind.
But no chance to say it loud.
To write each line in rhymes.
I will keep on making the same verse.
Until I find the proper way.
To witness my hands start a stroke.
'Til i fill an empty pad of poems.
I will believe in magic and forever.
I will see what eyes can't see.
I still love who I don't like.
I live the way I want to be.
Until emptiness filled with silence.
I keep eyes closed and listen,
To the sounds of rain pour in the ground.
Collate all words then give them life.
Busy days kill my existence.
But I still hold on my pen.
Spill the ink , tell what I want.
Fill each day of heavenly rhyme.
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