Why can't i write about that night
I think might because i'm right
It's not a fight but more of freight
As darkness slowly suck the light
This is a free verse as my thought flow
I think of a rhyme but only get glow
It might be because today i'm low
Things have unfolded really slow
But then, it's not always words rhyme
Sometime you might be out of game
Beause we don't write for the rhyme
But the best way we know to pass time
The burning desire to let out the words
To speak our minds about our worlds
And use our writing as fighting swords
So I'll just write as the thoughts unfolds
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