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Bed, Blue Lines, Distance, Fame, iPad, iPhone, Key Yemaya Walker, Pen, poetry, Prose, text, writing
I’m not complaining, but the title sums up my feeling…I didn’t really feel like writing. I just couldn’t stop. I actually like some parts of this, and for the third time, I’ve easily added a new element. I hope you enjoy…I am thankful that I am having this period of inspiration, because I know the 8-9 years that I could not really write, made me question myself. Well without further adieu:
“I Don’t Want To Write Tonight”
KS 7/25/11
My grip wavered as I took the pen,
Fingers sloppy as I typed,
Eyes weary as I peered at the screen,
I just want to lay with you, I don’t want to write tonight,
Misspelled my words on the iPad,
Distracted by the song playing,
Consumed by the game on,
I just want to be nestled with you, I don’t want to write tonight,
Cognizant of the night turning to day,
Waiting for the alarm to go off,
You curled up in a cold ball,
Why am I here and not with you, I don’t want to write tonight,
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