I'm writing this freehand
starting from scratch
hoping that you like it
words you might not catch
because on they flutter
caught in the wind
Forever I suffer
We have all sinned
I wish that you realized
Before the end had come
But with my luck
That's a long shot and then some
Because who notices the trees
As they walk amongst the forest
Who really smells the coffee
When someone you love pours it
I feel like we forget the little things
Trying to make room for the big
But in doing so we miss out
on ever having truly lived
About the Creator
WilliamNotShakespere
I am an up and coming writer and i have been grinding my whole life to get my work to the masses. I have always had a story to tell and i mean to tell it whether in poetic form or not it must be told.
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