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Telling me what to do That's something I just can't follow through Not stopping to write It just doesn't feel right
Writing all kinds'a poetry That has always been me Inspiration runs through my veins I get that itch whene'er it rains Sunsets and snow It makes me slow My thoughts form words Ideas come t'me in herds Put it together with ease This craving I can't appease It's become my addiction No way's it an affliction Loving to rhyme Wasting all my free time Typing phrase after phrase This can't just be a phase Wrap it up like a present Too much time's been spent Must move right on My inspiration's not gone
Why can't I seem to write anymore? Words are lacking from deep in my core Trapping emotions inside a cage Missing the feel of pen on page I long to write my thoughts all down -- To explain my feelings to those around So I take my pen again with care And scribble down phrases everywhere
Me and my poetry It helps me think, you see Sorting through my emotions Putting them into words Stupid thoughts and half-assed notions All my longings and hurts I trap them with my pen And release them on the page Dealing with emotions the best way I can Happy, sadness and rage
