I think the fourth time might be the charm
Let me in I mean no harm
I’ll tidy up the messes made
Show you life’s complex game
Only do things if the feelings right
These thoughts have me up all night

Everyone knows I only write
When I’m feeling blue
This isn’t an outlet
It’s a distress signal to you

You seem like you’re doing well
My brain is in eternal hell
Young man can’t catch a break
Suffered too much heartbreak
All I wanna do is drive and cruise
Spending as much time as I can with you

I just wanna understand
How you get things
That I can’t comprehend
What is this ability
That you’ve been hiding
I know I had road blocks
But the **** you’ve said
Should have turned em to rocks

Since when did forever
Have a stop sign

I just want to sit and talk
For hours or days
There’s so much there to say
Name the price, I’ll pay

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)