A lot remained,unwritten...
Between my today and to be,lies penned
A love story,soiled...
The city's busy congestion,archaic traffic,carries within
Mortal disguise and the skin,off stories...
The desire to sing a favourite,and
Completely forgetting all of the lyric...
The remains of what had been washed,of
A singular footstep,by the sea...
I couldn't write a feeling.....
Between my today and to be,lies penned
A love story,soiled...
The city's busy congestion,archaic traffic,carries within
Mortal disguise and the skin,off stories...
The desire to sing a favourite,and
Completely forgetting all of the lyric...
The remains of what had been washed,of
A singular footstep,by the sea...
I couldn't write a feeling.....
a lot unfortunately always remains unwritten and feelings are what always expected to be written by writers however difficult it may be.nice one.
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