In the peaceful hours of the morning
The sun helps provide clarity to myself
Almost as if I'm missing the warnings
Little signs that reflect my health

I think my mind lacks the inspiration to write
More often than not I try too hard
To turn on that create light
It still fails to shine staying on guard

Though the writing is the easy part
conveying what's really important is not
I thought the trick was to speak from the heart
Yet doing so makes my bran rot

Doing so turns into a million different ways
Different ways of saying I love you
I write as if you never went away
Perhaps one day my heart will have a clue