an idea I had
a pretty poem
forgotten notes
all ideas verloren
a simple headline
dedicated a page
now is too late
to remember the rage
what was it
what I wanted so bad
to say to the world
I'm going mad
now here I sit
writing frustration
for my lost ideas
my uncreated creation
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
