Unfinished

I made a poem not so long ago

But its undone and its about you.

I wrote about my ling wait and my building hope.

I was on the third line but i could’nt cope.

 

I was torn between finishing it or not,

But sleep’s under my nose causing my brain to rot.

So i decided to continue it the next day

Too bad my pen stopped crying as you were gone away.

 

I dont know what happened but it slapped me, hard.

It says that i need to wake up and move forward

Cause the feelings youve left is slowing me down

And i have this habit not to let myself just frown.

 

So forgive me if i cant finish your poem.

Its just too draing i cannot fattom

And maybe you and i are the same as the son they’re singing

That we both are just good in the beginning.

 

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