06-19-2014, 04:31 PM
I cross out words, I crumple paper
I rhyme and I un-rhyme
I'm inspired then uninspired
And I lose all sense of time.
I talk myself in circles and I
Write my pencil to dust.
Trying to create something perfect enough
But there's nothing I can trust.
I fill up pages, I burn letters
I write books and then I dream
Of how I could ever explain to you
These words aren't what they seem.
I have secrets, there are feelings
I have thoughts and relentless memories
Mixed emotions you'd disapprove of
And guilty solace in sweet reverie.
I find distraction, I feel empty
I need this clock to just slow down
I can't breathe, It's just one symptom
Of this madness that I've found.
I rhyme and I un-rhyme
I'm inspired then uninspired
And I lose all sense of time.
I talk myself in circles and I
Write my pencil to dust.
Trying to create something perfect enough
But there's nothing I can trust.
I fill up pages, I burn letters
I write books and then I dream
Of how I could ever explain to you
These words aren't what they seem.
I have secrets, there are feelings
I have thoughts and relentless memories
Mixed emotions you'd disapprove of
And guilty solace in sweet reverie.
I find distraction, I feel empty
I need this clock to just slow down
I can't breathe, It's just one symptom
Of this madness that I've found.