I wonder why can't I write, such beautiful lines of letters.
Taking breaths, Inspiring others; With re-arranged words,
My work just suffers.

I'm fine with rhymes like time and dime, but beautiful lines
to make one cry, can never appear no matter how hard I try.

Have I given up? Maybe, but I've become numb to failure
I've forgotten all the critics, because I'm my own biggest hater.