You were the reason for my poems
About love and despair
About pain and your curly hair
& the lost love that wasn’t fair
About how much you didn’t care
When I lost my poetry everything be came clear
one things for certain you’re not here
Could it be my writers block is gone
Or have I just found a new song
A song to sing with someone new
But boy have my problems grew
Added baggage from my past
The anxiety is sure to tell me it won’t last
So I lash out like a whip
Frightened & guarded with a gun on my hip