Poems and Rhymes
I'm too busy:
Always running out of time,
Always running out of rhyme.
Can't even breathe sometimes.
.
Don't even have the time to think,
Don't even have the time to blink.
When feeling becomes a luxury,
Can’t even tell myself that I am sorry.
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My poems are running out of rhyme,
My speeches are running out of lines.
It’s already too late.
Could not even escape.













