Notice of absence from Josy
I come here once in a blue moon don't expect there to be much
I come here once in a blue moon don't expect there to be much
Does it hurt to be alive?
More than others, more than usual?
Maybe. But maybe they just take it in stride.
I can't judge it, I can't judge at all.
I am scarred, but I can handle it.
I don't want my life, but it is so promising.
I get distracted, but I can guess what you said.
It's not that hard to pretend to know something.
They say pain makes an Artist great
And in the end I've always wanted to be sick;
- Author: Birne Moi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2023 07:14
- Comment from author about the poem: I have a prompt list I made myself, it's basically just shower thoughts of mine, this one was the first poem more or less successfuly based on them: "Great artists have worse fates than I". Do you ever get the feeling that your words bleed to much for your soft hands?
- Category: Sad
- Views: 5
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