I can’t seem to write anymore
My heart has ended its war
It can’t love like it did before
No matter how much I implore
Where are all the rhymes?
How is this not a crime
All this freaking time
But a personal one of mine
I can’t seem to write anymore
My heart has ended its war
It can’t love like it did before
No matter how much I implore
Where are all the rhymes?
How is this not a crime
All this freaking time
But a personal one of mine
One Comment
Your words speak the truth. The emotion of this poem, it’s fundamental core is all stuff I have felt in the past, feel now, and will feel in the future.
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