I'd like to write an inspiring poem,
But my emotions just aren't at home.
Maybe tomorrow muses will sing,
Potent words, to make my inner ears ring.
Tonight, with my feelings numbly asleep,
My yearnings diluted, are just too weak.
Tonight, as I tuck myself into bed,
I hope for tomorrow's words instead.
It's a bit disappointing to postpone,
What I wish tonight I could have shown.
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