I could write a million poems
None of them would flow but it’s all I can do
This pen on this page has an automatic motion
That for some reason still wills simple verses about you
What is really happening?
Our paths have crossed and wandered far
Deep down I’m caught drifting along crookedly
Back when we were,
Before we will be,
And now we are
I’m lost wondering the reasons
Even statistics and facts couldn’t make this thing real
I can’t stop them and these driven temptations running up and down my spine
Are the only sensations that I have left to feel
There’s some consequence
And I thought I could handle it
But some secret discovery has lent you all my doubt
I wouldn’t care
But this pride isn’t mine
And now I can’t prove what it is I really care about
Insignificant regret wont change what I said
And instant replays only reveal what went wrong
But a million poems is barely enough to convery
What it's felt like here since the day you've been gone
To someone like you,
My lines aren’t skilled
But these rhymes on this page are all I can do
Our paths have crossed and wandered away
But I'm stuck in love with you
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Submission Name: A Million Poems
