I think about things that I feel
And I just can’t write them down.
Well, today, I can’t write them down.
I’ve been feeling those types of feelings a lot lately.
They call for beautiful, deep poetry
And it grows in my mind
But I can’t write them down.
If I write them down
They become something real.
They become real ideas,
pieces put together.
They become real objects
imprinted on the page
And every time I will see them
They’ll bring those same emotions
I want to throw away
And I forever won’t be able to get rid of them
Because they’ll always be there
Sinking deeper into the paper
Never to be erased.