I have nothing

Aa Harvey

I have nothing

 

 

I have nothing left to say.

I have nothing left to write.

I have nothing without her love.

I have nothing.

 

 

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  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2017 12:13
  • Category: Love
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  • kevin browne

    you're a poet so you will always have something to write. love and poetry is in your blood and there isn't a lot you can do about that. powerful work also appears to leave its mark, I congratulate you for words written here in this poem.

    • Aa Harvey

      Thank you.

      "My mind shuts sound out.
      I'm on auto-pilot
      And my tongue's gone silent."

    • Nicholas Browning

      If you have nothing, then make something. Well played.

      • Aa Harvey

        Thanx.

        "If I hadn't assembled myself, I'd have fallen apart by now.
        If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow...

        You should make amends with you..."

      • FredPeyer

        You have memories
        You have regrets
        You have hope
        You have everything you need to write another great poem!

        • Aa Harvey

          Thank you.

          "I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard.
          I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words.
          I wish I found some chords in an order that is new.
          I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang.

          I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
          But now I'm insecure and I care what people think."

        • myself and me

          I wrote "She left" to follow yours.

          • Aa Harvey

            Thank you. I like it.

            "I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure,
            'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major.
            I got my boys with me, at least those in favour
            And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later.

            Once I was twenty years old, my story got told,
            I was writing about everything I saw before me.
            Once I was twenty years old..."



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