It's frustrating
That you cannot find words
Even within
Mind that are full of thoughtsWhy can't I speak
When everything seems loaded
But then it buried
In one's soul that was wounded
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Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
15 || Full Of Thoughts
It's frustrating
That you cannot find words
Even within
Mind that are full of thoughtsWhy can't I speak
When everything seems loaded
But then it buried
In one's soul that was wounded