Sunday, July 24, 2016

My Words

My poetry isn't the same
It lacks blood flow
And you are to blame
Removed is the wind from my poetic sails 
I sit rocking, wave upon wave
Wishing I could write poetry
Like in the days that I obsessed over
Your name 

Thoughts are all that remain 
Time release memories play back to me 
It's been a while since I have lamented you
But only a minute since I have regretted you
The inspiration to my words 
I am left speechless, indefinitely

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