Left Over Words

Left Over Words

No one will like what I write
Words I hear my head
Such is my plight
Without a word said

But still I write words
I put them down to be read
Words that crash within my head

Violently moving with no where to go
Such is life of a poet I know

So I write and write down more
My head is hurting and sore

Still I write till the pain goes away
Save leftover words for the next day

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