Half EmptyI'm tired of chasing perfection,Half Empty by funkee-monkee
bored of making things rhyme
I cannot write something beautiful
So much as to make them cry
No line can make it work
No word can it describe
The thing I try to portray,
the feeling I carry inside
So what is this then?
A poem that says I cannot write?
Shall I just get rid of it now?
Let it be lost - to the mysteries of the night?
There's no way to finish this smoothly
To leave people standing in awe
I will not bother, I will not try
I will write: no more