Wow. I didn't have writers block I just didn't know what to say. It's like me when i'm trying to write songs on my piano. it always comes out wrong and the words end up being deleted. I really need to write something again. I can't even remember my last poems. I'll put them here. Right here so that i can always look at them.
i've been dreaming to much these days
and that is a lot
i don't get it, it all seems odd
Life is sad but that is the way
we all end up having "a better day"
i'm sorry i cried
seemed vulnerable for a second
i'm sorry i lied
wasn't honorable for a second
but maybe even though i was cought
those were the seconds i was not
Tears on my pen
it's sinking my heart
now and again
it's stealing my start
the winter was long
so you go away
the window is wrong
it's not summer when i have to fly to make my day
i need to trust someone
i can't trust looking outside
thinking that we're needing fun
crawling behind it comes the night
