I am trying to write
But how can I,
when I'm in the writer's block.
My poetry book has been complaining
She said, recently it's been really lonely,
She hasn't felt the fingertips of my pen on her skin
I told her to put all the blame on me,
I'll make it up to you
But for now, let me hit the snooze.

I guess they love you
Because all the poems I’ve written are
About you

I guess they love you
Because every single love song I hear
Describes  you

I guess they love you
Because In every passing face
I see you

I guess they love you
And I’m not quite sure if all the writers and poets fell in love before
With you

You push away yourself apart from me
You hide your face to me so that I can't see
You felt alone even if I am here
You still look for someone even if I'm near

You are not blind but you can't see my worth
You are not deaf but you can't  hear my heart
Did you take Anesthesia because you are so numb
Why  can't you still feel my true love

The history of my love for you shyness will **** geology
Its so deep that agriculture will transfer to anatomy
No one can measure my love even if you use math
But geology, anatomy, math it doesnt have connections too
What important is that I Love you