I took my pen.
I drew you out.
I got you wrong.
I rubbed you out.
I honed my craft.
I tried again.
I failed with mice.
And then with men.
And then with landscapes.
Laced with trees.
Where others seemed to draw with ease
My lines were sloppy,
Colors weak,
Your essence greyes,
Left incomplete.
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I'm so sad and I don't know why
Also I've so much stressed (you already know) and I lost weight which is good but also bad
!!!YOU NICE, KEEP GOING!!!
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems
Poetry❥ Sad Poems ❥ !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! ❥ This is my first book ever, please be kind ❥ And don't forget: ❥ LOVE YOURSELF, LOVE MYSELF
