The struggles I face every day,
All I could see is dark grey,
The pain of not being able to write,
My papers are still blank white,
No one understands this distress,
A feeling I can't confess,
Pens and papers are enemies,
But we shared so much memories,
Maybe it's time to burn,
And to never return.

I've seen the colour of poetry
It's black and white and blue
I've seen the love for poetry
It's in you and you and you

Her excited nerves are tingling
He met her on the sanded pier
Their hungry hearts are mingling

His pocket keys are jingling
He carries good luck everywhere
Her excited nerves are tingling

While they sipped cups of singling
He said words she wanted to hear
Their hungry hearts are mingling

They danced and went swingling
Everyone saw both of them there
Her excited nerves are tingling

He bent low, whispering, ingling
Silencing all of her lingering fear
Their hungry hearts are mingling

Today, their lives are commingling
It's a truth they can't wait to share
Her excited nerves are tingling
Their hungry hearts are mingling.

Some friends think they are so important. . . Essential

They aim to be very close to you. . . Residential

They take total control of your life. . . Presidential

They ride over your decisions. . . . Influential

And claim they deserve the merit. . . Credential

Then disappear when problems result. . . Consequential