I will not sleep until a poem I will write
Was what I promised myself last night
I woke up to the morning light
And a blank page was at my sight.
Oh, this is frustrating.
About what should I be writing?
Why can't the rhymes come to mind,
Or are the right words simply too hard to find?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
I will not sleep until a poem I will write
Was what I promised myself last night
I woke up to the morning light
And a blank page was at my sight.
Oh, this is frustrating.
About what should I be writing?
Why can't the rhymes come to mind,
Or are the right words simply too hard to find?
June 30, 2012
