Fingers CrossedA Poem by Harley.Bmy first poem on here. nothing special, just a very little intro to me.
I have no inspiration, no passion and no spirit
Laziness is a disease, a virus. i can kill it But whats the point in trying, or writing down these lines I doubt anyone will read them, no one ever takes the time To hear me through my true voice, that i often hide away I have the talent i know it, so it wont be like that one day Until that day arrives, ill keep working on my skill My dream is to one day make it, and i know someday i will
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