I lay here in my bed as u twinkle in my head
Thoughts of feelings twirling round I can see them clear and sound.
I'm her on my phone Samsung notes is my new home
I clearly have something to write, my finger hovering to my delight
Writing down what comes to mind...
Not able to find the words of any kind
The corridor of wondering words go to touch them they might disperse
It's like a stutter, trying to find those typeface or words I tend to flutter, Iike a butterfly I pause, i take my time to think up of more.
Thought the feeling..............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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