Snowy Nights
My love for you is not loud
Some would argue that it doesn't even qualify as a whisper
It certainly is lazy
unwilling to lift a finger
Maybe it is just a tired
feeling that insists to linger
On snowy Tuesday nights
K, I'm getting good at this stuff. I crank these things out in like a minute or 2 and I don't even know what they are about or where they come from. The only thing I definitely know for sure is that they aren't any good. Oh well. Sometimes you just have to write for the sake of writing and sooner or later something good will come along.
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