A/N Sorry about not updating for a long time. here's a poem(?) i wrote.
i promised that i'd be here more often.
i failed.
i'm filled with empty promises;
filled with words unsaid.
words that don't flow as they used to;
they're clumped and tangled,
like clothes in the washing machine.
my words are somewhat broken;
they don't come as they used to
with grace and ease,
now they're torn and crumpled.
they're fading.
i'm failing
the world is broken
my words are too.
things are left unspoken
things that shouldn't be left
left like they're unwanted,
left like they don't belong,
left on the side of the road,
hoping that someone will take them.
words get crumpled,
they get torn, ripped, faded.
people are the same.
who knows what the world might do to us
we just have to try.
try with our words
use our words to mend broken things,
to speak of unspoken things.
try to make words more present in the world
unless you're content with fading.
if that's the case, go ahead.
i won't try to stop you.
become crumpled, torn, and tossed aside.
see if i care.
we're going to continue fading,
ripping,
disappearing,
unless these words can flow again.
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