🎵 I’M A CURSED POET, PERHAPS
Verse 1
Each night blue and black ink
Spills across my mind,
A ticket for a traveler
Lost somewhere in time.
Back and forth through memories,
Through futures never known,
The clock keeps turning circles
While I’m lying here alone.
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Verse 2
Searching for a little comfort,
Searching for some sleep,
But every thought becomes a story
That I somehow have to keep.
The darkness asks for silence,
The notebook asks for more,
And dawn is standing patiently
Outside my bedroom door.
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Pre-Chorus
The world might never understand
The places that I roam,
How a thousand restless words
Can make a mind their home.
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Chorus
Maybe I’m a cursed poet,
Maybe that’s the price.
Counting words instead of sheep
Every single night.
Maybe I’m a dreamer
Who forgot how to rest,
Holding conversations
With the chaos in my chest.
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Verse 3
I don’t want to make a sound,
I don’t want to disturb,
But every thought keeps knocking
With another stubborn word.
The moon becomes a witness,
The ceiling knows my name,
And every night I promise
Tomorrow won’t be the same.
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Bridge
Yet somehow I survive it,
The darkness and the flood.
Another dawn arrives,
Another pulse of blood.
Perhaps I’m not so cursed,
Perhaps I’m simply wired
To chase a little wonder
Long after I am tired.
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Final Chorus
Maybe I’m a cursed poet,
Maybe that’s the price.
Counting words instead of sheep
Every single night.
Maybe I’m a dreamer
Who forgot how to rest,
Turning all my sleepless hours
Into something worth confessing.
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Outro
I’ll try again tomorrow…
And count words…
To soothe my soul.
stardust_mary
