funkee-monkee

I'm tired of chasing perfection, bored of making things rhyme I cannot write something beautiful So much as to make them cry No line can make it work No word can it describe The thing I try to portray, the feeling I carry inside So what is this then? A poem that says I cannot write? Shall I just get rid of it now? Let it be lost - to the mysteries of the night? There's no way to finish this smoothly To leave people standing in awe I will not bother, I will not try I will write: no more