She always wondered
    if loving you was wrong or right

These thoughts of you filled her head
     only on her darkest night

Like the ocean, you had stolen
     all her precious thoughts

Leaving her conscious
     in a mindless drought

I saw a poem fly right by
     begging to be read

It's word were torn and tattered
             it's pages slightly shred

It told me it was empty
        No poet to be seen

It'd weep in deafening silence
    It's cover, no longer clean

All I could say to the poem
  With words that only meant few

Was that before I met it
  
I was lonely too.

If you fall
    get up as if it were your first time falling down

Writers block clouds my mind
And all I can do is wait in time

An empty paper
An ink filled pen

An unclear head
And no idea where to begin

The world is pretty huge
I don't understand why we worry about
how much capacity our bodies take up
Our insecurities take up even more

Honestly, to me
I don't understand when they say
If you love them, let them free
If they love you, they'll come back
Because when you release a bird of its cage
It'll follow its own path