I cannot write a poem today,
My mind is so blankly far away.
I simply just don't have the time,
to be conjuring up some silly rhyme.
I sit here trying to write a line or two,
and I catch myself thinking of you.
For how did I let you into my mind,
Was this something I was supposed to find?
I was free, she was supposed to be my last.
Now you shall help me forget about my past.
I'm not sure where exactly this is going,
It's hard to stop once the words start flowing.
For I shall stop here, and give it a rest.
I really dear hope I wasn't a pest.
I try not to be, I really do,
Because I don't want to be the one that you rue.
Even though I was tired today,
I guess I wrote a poem anyways.