You used to be every line
Every rhyme. Ever space in between
every character stamped into white print
and there was never enough space to describe
how many feelings and thoughts I had for you.
but I don’t want to write for you anymore
I've run out of words to make you a fairy tale
And with each poem you fade away
Like the ever receding minutes we have together
slowly growing less
And you lose that lovely appeal I was drawn to before.
I've run out of words to describe you.
You are no more similes then I've made
And no more metaphors then before
You’ve given me writers block because I don’t love you anymore.
And I don’t want to write about you anymore. I don’t write about you anymore
I don’t waste my mind
And stretch for rhymes
No more characters to describe the soft voice you used to have
That now scratches like an old record
I hear the same things and its just not as good anymore.
I don’t want to write about you anymore
This is the last poem ill ever write about you
But the last line ill ever say about you is
My words for you were always lovely.
