Ramblings of a lunatic,
Or is that a poetic mind?
What pops into the brain,
Maybe that's where it should
forever reside?
Not be let out ever again?
Keep it framed in the mind’s
eye.
Instead I write these words,
Put my heart on a plate for you,
You eat it cold,
Sometimes nothing at all,
No mystique it has all gone.
Should these thoughts be
forgotten,
Before they all fall,
Are they too raw?
Who knows?
All I understand is I need to
write them down,
Before they all run riot within
my head,
I don't want to lose them there.
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