Jul 2020
You were an easy fight
I know it's not fair or right
Your eyes were so cold even though it was a hot summer day, they still made me shiver
You clipped my wings when you knew I was crying on the inside
Yet I still said goodbye and broke free
I know it's not fair or right
Your eyes were so cold even though it was a hot summer day, they still made me shiver
You clipped my wings when you knew I was crying on the inside
Yet I still said goodbye and broke free
I got writer's block for a few days but finally got some inspiration and wrote another poem. What do you guys do to help you through writer's block?
