I feel like holding a pen in my hand
But I don’t know what to write.
School makes life boring.
I can’t be inspired, try as I might.
Writing without meaning
Lonely letters trying to be understood.
I would write something more interesting
If only I could.
Boring lesson + new pen = whatever this poem is
I don’t know why I love music
Maybe it’s the company that it gives
Maybe because it plays
The truth that everyone lives.
All I know is that
What you play will never be failure
As your heart and notes guide you
From that one single paper.
I just saw the Riverdale musical episode and I’m freaking out.
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