I can't write

 

I haven’t written a good poem in ages.
Throw away phone pages, end of messages.
Nothing important to say, but I’m still speaking.
Body is full of words, now all with lame meaning.


Speaking truth, but no longer believing.
Wish I could write the things I am dreaming,
But all that inspiration is lost,
To being bored of forget-me-nots,
That I just do not remember.
My heart feels like December rain.
I want the summer to come back again.


She is gone, the one named love.
Given away like all the drugs.
Now all I have is one big heart.
I am desperate to give it away…but I can’t.


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