I hate to break it to you

I hate to break it to you
But I can’t write
I barely know how to rhyme
It is a promise, Is it a crime?

A shattered dream, Lost in time
A missed people, People I couldn’t find
I desperately claw for hope
but fall when I start to climb

I want you to know but
I’m a bad poet
I hate to break it to you
But I just want you to know it

I’m a bad writer, how do you want me to show it?

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