Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Exhaustipated By: KB ©

up late
(too tired to really give a shit)
up late
waiting for an idea to come
until then I'll just sit
I feel my eyelids grow heavy
I stay up late
sit and wait
birthing and nursing an idea
up late
my head begins to bob
I wouldn't trade the creative process

poetry is my job

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