I lost my inner poet
apparently she was last seen
just staring idly into space
She was sitting with her notebook,
gently pondering
in a quiet, tucked away place
I could only see the back of her
she wouldn't turn around
I so wanted to see her face
She was always so quiet
and very often reflective
working at her own steady pace
Not only am I left without poetry
I am also lost for words
she may have taken them all
along with my grace
The search will continue
maybe until the end of my days
as I fear she's left no trace
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
I lost my inner poet
apparently she was last seen
just staring idly into space
She was sitting with her notebook,
gently pondering
in a quiet, tucked away place
I could only see the back of her
she wouldn't turn around
I so wanted to see her face
She was always so quiet
and very often reflective
working at her own steady pace
Not only am I left without poetry
I am also lost for words
she may have taken them all
along with my grace
The search will continue
maybe until the end of my days
as I fear she's left no trace
This was something I wrote last year. I hope I don't ever lose my inner poet lol
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