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Just a random poem I scribbled down and thought I might share. |
| I'm terrible at expressing emotions, I just can't seem to share. Despite these heartfelt devotions That always linger there. There's a lot to be said for being northern. You're expected to be a real man's man. You think: "Girls, emotions are for them!" And yet cling to them wherever we can. I've reflected a lot recently, About life, and what it's all for. And there's real way to say decently That at the end of the day I'm not sure... So here I sit, surrounded but alone, My headphones on, my music loud, Kept company by these feelings I own And my heart so well endowed. It's a funny old thing this life, With troubles you come to forsee. Grow old, take a wife, Have a child or three. I all seems so simple when written down But feels so very strange. I know there's a reason I left my town, But the facts, I'm still trying to arrange. This ramble I assure has almost ended. I hope that you're all still with me. I can't say if I've attacked or defended, But simply mused on the way things turn out to be. |