Word Vomit
Endless tales of broken hearts,
the sadness can consume you.
I'm just glad I'll never do it again.
I'm standing here, right where I stand.
I will not fall or apprehend.
& I know that I can do it again.
But I won't, that's wasn't the plan.
Now I think I've said too much.
I don't know where I was headed.
& now I'm sitting in this room
I just won't take it for granted...
My thoughts are often like a song,
not one that can be sung.
More like an orchestra
inside my Cranium.
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