I forgot how to write a poem
The words that once sworm in my head
Crawling in as i lay in my bed
Thinking of stars and love while holding a pen
It was my addiction
The words I wrote full of confliction
I wrote them with pride and adoration
With sadness
With heartache
With love
I wrote them all just for you
Now your gone theres nothing to write
Nothing think
Nothing to imagine
No inspirations
Just nothing
Now i lay in my bed Holding a pen
Forcing myself to think
"what will happen then".
Maybe if i close my eyes
Or listen
Or speak
The words im trying to say
It would come out okay
But nothing seems to rhyme
The words are scrambled
Its not a poem anymore
Its a letter
A letter of goodbye.
