March 29th, 2024

How many times can I write about the same thing
When will people start to grow bored
And every time I think I’ve finished the story
I don’t know how to cut the cord
The words spill out of me
So fast that they can’t stop
I’m writing all my feelings
The lowest moments through the top
I use the words I once wrote for something else
And I find a better way to make them fit
Even when they insert perfectly
I always feel like a counterfeit
So many words in my head
Not enough time to get them out
But when I’m sitting with my notebook
It’s drier than a drought
The message was written
There was no invisible ink
Reading between the lines
There’s more there than you think
I’ll keep writing the same things over
Until maybe they’ll make sense
I’m trying to wrap my mind around this
But I got lost in the suspense