Tuesday, 19 August 2014

NOVEL (writer's block)

in time u learn to dislike urself
in death at least u get sum rest

and i'm tired and tied to my old ways
i feel that I've wasted today

i was trying to write a novel, but i couldnt find a beginning
there was no filling for the middle and now we re all at sea


my hope and grace are wearing thin, i guess i haven't earned it yet
 so   be mine x3
and walk these halls with me and together we'll be maudlin.

i was trying to write a novel, but i couldnt find a beginning
there was no filling for the middle and now we re all at sea
as i cycle along the towpath
and stumble down the avenues
it s pretty clear ive lost the rhythm but not these blues

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