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Rough draft of a poem I just wrote today. Probably the rawest thing I’ve written, which isn’t saying much lol.

by B. Gauterius

I cannot say what I think

And I cannot think of what to say.

When my better judgment restricts

What my heart begs to convey–

I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you.

But I wish that I could tell you

And hear what you would say,

Yet I doubt I’d like your answer,

So I think I’ll go away.

This corner seems nice.

Maybe in a few years

I’ll crawl out of this den,

And I’ll be able to tell you

And we’ll be the greatest friends.

Or maybe you’ll be gone.

So maybe I will tell you now

What I really think

How I love the books you read

And why I couldn’t sleep.

Maybe, perhaps, today

I’ll say what I think.