It's interesting how when you write the first draft of your poem or your story and then you try to change it, revise it, and nothing sounds quite right or perfect as the first draft. The words are never exactly right anymore... And once I write something I can never finish it. Can never find the right ending or continuation to the poem, to the story.
I guess when you write, you are in the moment. And it's hard to get that exact same moment back.
Anyway this is few poems I really want to finish, but can't just yet.
Give me strings
to hold me in place,
then with them
I will make you a cello.
I will play melancholy
until you come back,
Melancholy will play on forever...
To loose yourself --
not in books or quiet moments.
To loose yourself
as of -- no more knowing.
And I thought with time,
I would.
But the time lied,
as the time only could.
Cinderella has her story
She has it together,
But somehow I'm not her
But that doesn't matter.
What Prince Charming
doesn't know -- can't hurt him.
If the shoe, fit the wicked sis
then that would be a different story.
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