It's early morning
I'm sitting here
My pen in hand
Eager to get something on this page
But the words won't come
And it's no fun
Without you here with me
I'm awfully mediocre, darling
I have nothing original to offer
All I can do is hold this pen
And hope that words will come
Or maybe I can search for words or quotes
And tangle them together
In hopes of making some sort of art
To explain how I am feeling
Because I'm awfully mediocre
And I have nothing original to offer
I so desperately want to write to you
And tell you how I'm feeling
But my tongue is tied
My brain is in knots
And I'm growing rather weary
Yes, I can take words from others
And send them to you
But none of them can ever compare
To the loneliness I feel
And the sorrow I bare
Living my life without you
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
It's early morning
I'm sitting here
My pen in hand
Eager to get something on this page
But the words won't come
And it's no fun
Without you here with me
I'm awfully mediocre, darling
I have nothing original to offer
All I can do is hold this pen
And hope that words will come
Or maybe I can search for words or quotes
And tangle them together
In hopes of making some sort of art
To explain how I am feeling
Because I'm awfully mediocre
And I have nothing original to offer
I so desperately want to write to you
And tell you how I'm feeling
But my tongue is tied
My brain is in knots
And I'm growing rather weary
Yes, I can take words from others
And send them to you
But none of them can ever compare
To the loneliness I feel
And the sorrow I bare
Living my life without you
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