My head is a paper weight again
Anchoring my pen
I can't write anymore
My poems now folklore
Though no one remembers them

There was a time when words cluttered my mind
Now, they're hard to find
I never know what to say
Besides, words hold no sway when others mold them like clay
and then toss them away
It seems like a waste of time

I keep it all now
I eat it and breathe it
I've been forced to believe it
So I just shut myself down
Although I still walk around

I craft my love
From words and dreams,
Forgotten, bygone memories.
And of this life, Real Love knows not.
I am to him a Time Forgot.
He left me picking pieces, changed
He lives in my mind, I lie deranged
Sobbing and writing all over the floor
You left too soon, Love. I need more.
I resurrect you from the dead
And spill my heart to the you in my head.

So I wrote you
But perilously;
For you, in your brilliance,
Unwrite me.