Another blissful day with a passing shower
And I'm still not satisfied
Another peaceful day with a newly grown flower
And yet I still can't seem to find my pride
It's not the words of another
That keep me awake in the middle of the night
It's not the lack of a caring lover
That keeps me looking for what truly seems right
My life is a mystery
And it's one impossible to figure out
Sometimes I can't help but repeat history
Because the future is full of my own self doubt
It's not what I have now
That's holding me in my painful past
And it's not a false vow
That's making me wonder if this will last
But alas it's another day
And maybe today I'll find my way
Yes it's another day starting grey
But it has more potential than I could ever say
-And I'm still not satisfied
Another peaceful day with a newly grown flower
And yet I still can't seem to find my pride
It's not the words of another
That keep me awake in the middle of the night
It's not the lack of a caring lover
That keeps me looking for what truly seems right
My life is a mystery
And it's one impossible to figure out
Sometimes I can't help but repeat history
Because the future is full of my own self doubt
It's not what I have now
That's holding me in my painful past
And it's not a false vow
That's making me wonder if this will last
But alas it's another day
And maybe today I'll find my way
Yes it's another day starting grey
But it has more potential than I could ever say
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Alright, a lot of people have been asking my why I write so much poetry, and I guess now is as good a time as any to answer them.
- I am good at it.
- I enjoy it.
- It allows me to vent properly.
- I like sharing my thoughts on certian things with others.