Woke up to my break up

the hardest to write

is the first line

creative block

must be my cursed sign

silent write no ghost

so I know this verse mine

 

paint a scenery that you see me bury

all our distant memory

that means

every

drip of tears

every

lip of "dears"

stories I got many

it will swept under the vanity

whats cost will heaven be

if I go through insanity

pray for recovery

please tell me

it ends eventually

put the period on my tragedy

control, alter and delete this mess of me.

 

 

some stuff must be said

but others just be read

so I could clear my head

I'm writing

I'm trying

I'm writing

I'm trying

but I can't get me off my bed

I mean

I can't get it out of my head

must be a dred

while i'm trying to rhyme

but she left me for dead

 

 

No No

I'm stuck with you

get out of me

No, No

I'm part of you

I don't know why

what I must do

to please you

but you knew

I need you

I feed you

I freed you

still

I never got to meet you

 

why are we always in secrecy

if only others could see

How i got dumped by my

creativity.