Write
5.1.7

I want to write
Yet I don't know what to say
And I don't have the talent
To say it quite right
Beautiful words for a beautiful person
Yet it's either you or me or them
Because they aren't enough
And it's always got to be someone's fault.
Titles don't do justice
Or don't make sense
Or something of the like
Maybe it's because I don't know what I'm saying
After all
It is me who's saying it
I'm not one for sense, somehow I'm reasoning
Blown out and just short of good enough
Such an impossible way to be
Outside of this parameter and to the left
Saving it twice over because
You never really know, when tragedy will strike
Or maybe my intuition just isn't attached quite right
Neither is my luck
I want to be something spectacular
Though motivation isn't my strongpoint
So as I drift farther into nowhere
I complain
About not making my point