Forced writing is meaningless
I have become a generic writer just typing out regurgitated words of others
My writing is worthless when it is not raw and true
I am attempting to be something I am not
This is not my heart and soul
My head is spinning but nothing is coming out
If I used to be able to write I cannot anymore for my heart is full but my pen has run dry

So the sun loved the moon,
He died everyday to let her live

Every evening the moon would rise
Her beloved sun would set
He would grasp on to the night
He always failed

The moon shed tears
They came to be known as stars
She would sulk in her sorrows
Once every month she was able to escape

And be with her beloved sun

I left the person who loved me for the person who lusted after me.

Twitching lullaby
Lay under the trees
Have your eyes opened
Bring me to my knees
Amongst moon and stars
See what I've seen
Keep tears in jars
Glitter and gleam
Missing in waves
Laughing in stream
Digging my grave
That's love at eighteen