All You'Ll Find
Late night ramblings and rants
Words yanked from the deepest depths,
Outer hemispheres of my subconscious mind
That’s all I write, that’s All You’ll Find
I don’t know what I want, not even a clue
A boring life
A love-starved heart
Just waiting for you
The writing serving as a filter
For all my feelings to spill
With anyone who cares to listen
Because no one else will
No shaping or revising ever takes place
In these verses and rhymes
Simply my imagination
Of an imaginary face
With no one to love I feel I could die
And so much true love I want to give
The everlasting feeling of pain
Reminding me I’m alive
Late night ramblings and rants
Words yanked from the deepest depths,
Outer hemispheres of my subconscious mind
That’s all I write, that’s All You’ll Find
Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2014
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