by Roxan Finnell

Created on: June 21, 2009   Last Updated: July 30, 2009

There was something that I wanted to say,

I wrote it on paper, but I threw it away.

Now I can't remember the words again,

Such a state to find myself in.

I had a story that I wanted to tell,

On a subject that I knew very well,

I thought of poetic lines in the night,

In the morning I had nothing to write.

I swear to myself I won't write anymore,

Let the paper fall on the cold hard floor,

But a new passing thought comes rushing in,

And I find myself reaching for a paper and pen.

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