Sitting in my bed
Notebook on my lap
Writing a poem
Emotions trying to tap

Trying to put
A thought into a word
I have no talent
This is absurd

Everything I do
I'm riddled with doubt
But when I write
My feelings come out

Creating poems
About love and pain
Such a cool way
To empty my brain

I write for you
It is me you inspire
You are the fuel
To my creative fire