I'm A Writer Who Cannot WriteA Poem by LanaI am a poet who writes for myself I never share it I’m ashamed My words spill out on their own They’re like a black, sugary liquid pouring from my ears And I wish I could say it’s just Diet Pepsi I wish millions would buy it Drink it Love it Rave about it But I’m just a so-called poet who writes and then closes the door My words spill out of me, but they’re not beautiful Yet the urge always gets to me And I love to tell people I’ve just written something While hiding the words in a closet Never to see the light again You see, I’m a phony and a writer But who do I write for? It’s like asking someone who do they live for? And there’s always an answer, a song A feeling like a melody Like when autumn smells of fallen leaves And you’re walking through the city and suddenly feel the urge to smile You don’t know why, but if someone asked You would have an answer There’s always an answer So tell me, who do you live for? And who do you write for? I personally have no idea
© 2024 Lana |
Stats |