Scattered Mind – Scattered Writing.

My writing often scatters across the page.

Scattered like my mind.

I wonder what would matter,

from what I leave behind.

 

My belongings are empty,

but my love is full,

my heart forever pounding,

but my aesthetics are null.

 

Where we’re going is fresh and bright;

like a clear sky.

Wont take my belongings.

They scatter my mind.

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