I'm not what I used to be, a dreamer whose ambition for
writing was bigger then he can hold. Now I cant
even write about love.the type of love that makes your worries melt away
with the touch of two opposing hands breath taking poetical love
that men and women part seas to find.
I've lost that feel. I've lost the greatest gift, curiosity.
Curiosity like the feeling of wrapping paper on Christmas morning
as you find your name signed on decorative box.
i'm not what I used to be so ill end this here.
hope you understand I am not the dreamer I thought
I was i'm just a man stuck in a web of his own mind.