My mind runs circles around ideas
Trying to break world records
Of processed thought
Grasping at the reigns of abstracts
In attempt to make them its horses
For a golden chariot
So with the bickering of love and hate
The race will be over in an instant
A heartbeat
Or rather, better still,
A heartbreak
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A short but well written piece here. Thanks a lot for sharing this one. I hope to read more from you very soon!
Jeremy0826 -
I read this poem speedingly! It seems that is how it was written. Almost as if you had to get the thought out before you lost it. Your brevity is as good as your verbosity. Excellent!
Always ♥
Mom


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sigh.
your short writes always pack such a punch;
the final few lines really bring me in and have
me pause and sigh and think
fabulous!







