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Somehow it seems I forgot

Why should I write each emotion I’m feeling 
when no one will stroll to my side
An unending song filled with passion and yearning 
now praying for one to confide
Dreaming in colors that glow in a meadow
where butterflies float on the breeze
Alongside a river of flowing desires 
meandering under the trees

Why take my pen from its brown leather casing 
and place it on top of the page
Spilling some ink in a nice cursive fashion 
just ends up revealing my age
Where no one will read as they go passing lightly 
in search of the next future star
While here I will sit at a desk made a plastic 
away from wherever you are

Can you explain in a poetic sentence 
why words can’t be read like they feel
Is it a style or a strange way to tell us 
that lacks in enormous appeal
Comments won’t come if you stand slinging arrows 
with targets right there tween the eyes
So it would seem that the retaliation 
would come in the form of replies  

Don’t put too much in these phrases I’m writing 
for I am just bored half to death
Wondering if I would post something stupid 
now pausing to inhale a breath
Would some of you come just to see what I’m thinking 
or figure my thoughts matter not
I had an ending to this when I started 
but somehow it seems I forgot

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