Nothing, there is nothing to be said
What I have thought can never be read.
So still I sit with pen in hand
Wondering, wondering, about what never began.
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something i radomly wrote nothing special really... it sounds good at the moment but i'm half asleep,lol.
Blah, I felt like posting something. no specifics.
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Writer's block - I know how you feel.
Don't worry; it really did sound good.
Try this revised version to bring out the inherent rhythm bounce:
Nothing, nothing,
there's nothing to be said.
What I have thought,
can never be read.
So still I sit,
with pen in hand,
Wondering, wondering,
of what never began.
All centered, of course...
