F- Bound
By ledlevee
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 722 reads
It's the times I can't write
can't sit in front of a computer or grasp a pen
when I wish I'd never had writer's block
thoughts of poems fly through my mind
like trees falling where no one can hear them
I'll write everything from here on out
every curve in the road
every drop of rain
like a gold digger in the desert
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