I did not write when
My body ached for you
in the middle of the night
Cause you couldn't be there
I did not write when
I wanted to hear you say
You love me and not just
Read it on the screen
I did not write when
You made me feel alive
Gave me all I wanted
When you were mine
I guess they are right
Poetry comes from a
Dead dream and a
Broken heart
-a.r
