You’ll Find Me Beyond The Cobblestones

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You’ll find me beyond the cobblestones
Quiet man writing within a chaotic confine
Euphoric bedlam swinging from the rafters
A modest home upon the steep incline
Spirited princesses keeping me youthful
A curmudgeon with a loving streak
An honest hermit with little to say
Though here silence will not translate to meek

I can’t sleep, so here’s a poem for ya…

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I keep looking around my desk
Searching for anything to write
Confusion in this chaos
Fearful I might come off as trite
The floor littered with scraps
The false words & near misses
Wishing you were here with me
To reassure with a few of your kisses