I've been meaning to write
The time comes when whirlwinds
Words churning in the mind
Begin to babble their own tales
In absence of a pen
Collecting words and rhythms
Like the swear jar in my youth
So I'm in need of inspiration
Of course, today was not my day
I lost my favorite hat
The hat in my mind which would
Imbue my words with fever
A cold glass to calm me down
Drink in the summers eve
Nature always puts me in the mood
To freely write my thoughts away
And then it began to rain
She is my lover, but not today
Things have not gone my way
Its pouring and I hate it
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
I've been meaning to write
The time comes when whirlwinds
Words churning in the mind
Begin to babble their own tales
In absence of a pen
Collecting words and rhythms
Like the swear jar in my youth
So I'm in need of inspiration
Of course, today was not my day
I lost my favorite hat
The hat in my mind which would
Imbue my words with fever
A cold glass to calm me down
Drink in the summers eve
Nature always puts me in the mood
To freely write my thoughts away
And then it began to rain
She is my lover, but not today
Things have not gone my way
Its pouring and I hate it
