Well, you know, I thought for a little while
How could I write you a beautiful rhyme,
But my brain now is empty like a pot,
And all I can make on paper is an ugly black spot.
(or red, I've got red pen too!)
I like those times when rhymes can flow
Throughout my brain, so mild and slow,
But now they're quick and hard to catch,
And all I do is write and scratch.
(thinking of how could I tame them?)
I want to tell you so much, LOVE,
But now the words are frozen,
They struck inside my head and burn,
I feel my mind is poisoned.
(calm down, it's poisoned by you)
I don't know why, it's hard to write
To you in any way.
I think you'll judge me, think I'm dumb,
This theory breaks my heart.
26 XII 2015
Letter to Sam, what about some glam?
© Copyright: Варфоломей Свободнов, 2015
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