Where do I start
or should I say what do I do.
I use to be able to write my words so easy,
they came out like nothing.
No thinking,
Just writing,
My thinking was the reason why I wrote,
And why everything was so easy to put into words.
I didn't have to think to put my feelings into words.
My writing is what made me stop for a second,
Just for a second,
And let my hand do the work on how I was feeling.
Word by word
Poem by poem
my feelings were so easily out of my head
And on the paper.
Now I lay here,
I'm thinking about my feelings,
I'm thinking about how I put those feelings on paper
My head hurts
So much thinking,
And so much ****** writing.
I miss when it all just came out so easily
Now where do I start...
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Where do I start
or should I say what do I do.
I use to be able to write my words so easy,
they came out like nothing.
No thinking,
Just writing,
My thinking was the reason why I wrote,
And why everything was so easy to put into words.
I didn't have to think to put my feelings into words.
My writing is what made me stop for a second,
Just for a second,
And let my hand do the work on how I was feeling.
Word by word
Poem by poem
my feelings were so easily out of my head
And on the paper.
Now I lay here,
I'm thinking about my feelings,
I'm thinking about how I put those feelings on paper
My head hurts
So much thinking,
And so much ****** writing.
I miss when it all just came out so easily
Now where do I start...
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