i hate when i think of a poem to write and do not have time to write it down
the thoughts just disappear into thin air
as if the idea never existed
i cant write down every thought that comes to mind
i just dont have the time or the space to hoard it all
so
i guess that's a good thing
more like bittersweet
i love my writings even if i don't get to write them down
it's like outgrowing your favorite shirt
even though its gone
you still think about it
i'll always think of those lost poems