bowdre bowdre jr

I don't know what I'm doing here.
I'm no poet or prophet,
Definitely not a sage.
I more often flounder under the weight of my thoughts
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Starry starry skies
within your irises
My soul takes flight
i wish i may i wish i might
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Hard... to... fathom at times
how lonely we've become.
Trapped within this frame of mind
that seems to linger on.
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My plea floated on the breeze for a moment
and my throat constricted
as the words drifted apart and shattered on the floor
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Its so hard to understand
why do we carry on in spite
when it would be so much easier to dive into despair
goose bumps up and down our bodies
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There was once a beatific girl,
Seemingly an apparition,
With her demure gaze holding sway over man and nature alike as she drifted from humanities to sciences
Only the boldest were able to summon their voices,
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My head gets in the way...
Long for freedom and laughing in the rain
What do i say to the hobgoblins in my brain?
How do I release the inner child?
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