Riddles And Writers

His mind was a forest of words
His head, an ivory chest of poetry
A ball of flowing rhymed lines
That he only hoped would coexist
With his daily growing addiction to this girl
Who in all his brightness, made him feel dull
Who he wanted to write about forever
But was scared she wouldn’t appreciate him at all
She was his sky, a clouded starless one
But that was all he needed
He only wanted something to look up to
Her rainless clouds were always a riddle
He hadn’t yet understood her
Yet she seemed far better than he ever wished
So he unknowingly sent her away
Feeling undeserved, knowing he sent away bliss
He turned empty as he expected
His wordbank got bankrupt
Everyday he regretted never having earned her
But she was gone, and gone forever

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