I wish I could start over,
And write meaningful poetry,
Not all romantic scenarios,
But just me being myself.
But it's hard to write,
About something you don't feel,
And if all I'm feeling is love,
Then what else can I write of?
These thoughts in my mind,
Repeat like a melody,
I can't make them go away,
Unless I continue to pursue them.
Love is all I'm feeling,
So how do you me expect to just forget you?
Do you think you're a mere memory,
Who will drift away once all contact is gone?
I could never forget you,
Even if I wanted to.
Your mark is forever tattooed on my mind,
And now I'm left here with only empty thoughts.
So that's why I'm still writing.
Because as long as love exists
I'll be writing about its effects,
Whether I'm lonely or…truly alone.
I can't stop thinking about you...