Dive into a world of creativity!
All's not lost
Until I have lost my mind
Now I will write
Into the night As if I am some sort of time lord
I will write
Until I feel alright
A poet’s tailbone
Is where they keep their tales
My tailbone is tired
I shall steal my sleep
From tomorrow
I am a true night time poet
With dry, tangled hair
Who knows where I’ll be able to take myself
Some is lost
And I'll admit that I fucked up
But I can almost trust
That this shall continue
I shall continue on this journey
That is full of losing
And gaining