Poetry.

It's hard for me to write about good things, which is what the beginning means. But it's so easy to write about bad things, which is the ending.

I tried to turn you into poetry,  

but I couldn't. 

I sat at my desk for hours, 

thinking of what to say. 

But I couldn't say anything. 

So much in my head, 

I wanted it out instead. 

But I couldn't find the way. 

Usually this works. 

Usually I know what to say 

And now,

my head is distracted, 

heart overwhelmed. 

I tried not to turn you into poetry. 

I failed. 

Author's Note

I have not written in a while and I know this is not the best but it's all I could come up with at them moment. I have a math final exam tomorrow so I am stressed and just needed to write a little.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to force poetry.
"And now,
my head is distracted,
heart overwhelmed. "
Sometime we must find our muses. Song and word. Maybe we can create? Thank you for sharing your poetry and thoughts.
Coyote