I can't write anymore
It's been months since my last poem
and my fingers cannot tell you why
this writing has left my heart
my eyes begin to cry
As I fail with every word
every letter just fills up this space
my words have become meaningless
I seemed to have lost my taste
Although the passion still sets within
as I type I shake beneath my skin
My hands tremble getting it out
I lean in as if I ought to shout
My body rocks back and forth
I want to write the same
My fingers tap the keys
the touch has completely changed
I can't write anymore
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
I can't write anymore
It's been months since my last poem
and my fingers cannot tell you why
this writing has left my heart
my eyes begin to cry
As I fail with every word
every letter just fills up this space
my words have become meaningless
I seemed to have lost my taste
Although the passion still sets within
as I type I shake beneath my skin
My hands tremble getting it out
I lean in as if I ought to shout
My body rocks back and forth
I want to write the same
My fingers tap the keys
the touch has completely changed
I can't write anymore
