I can't write a poem
Right now
It's killing me inside
I can't write you a song
Once more
Forgive me, it'll be alright
I can't sing a tune
Again
My voice is all but gone
I can't paint a picture
Today
My fingers are stiff and wrong
If I could see your face
Once more
I swear I'd strum a chord
I'd dance around and click my shoes
And slide across the floor
But now you're gone
And I'm still here
I guess they call it fate
I eat alone in this empty house
Surrounded by ghosts and crates
But if the stars align
And I keep shining
Maybe the world will give
Another glance, another dance
And a chance for me to live.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
I can't write a poem
Right now
It's killing me inside
I can't write you a song
Once more
Forgive me, it'll be alright
I can't sing a tune
Again
My voice is all but gone
I can't paint a picture
Today
My fingers are stiff and wrong
If I could see your face
Once more
I swear I'd strum a chord
I'd dance around and click my shoes
And slide across the floor
But now you're gone
And I'm still here
I guess they call it fate
I eat alone in this empty house
Surrounded by ghosts and crates
But if the stars align
And I keep shining
Maybe the world will give
Another glance, another dance
And a chance for me to live.
