I miss writing poems.
My pen gliding fluidly on paper,
My thoughts flowing freely,
Writing the things I want to say.
I miss writing poems.
Every verse and rhyme,
The thought of you everytime
I write words in verses.
The mere thought of you
Kept me writing poems
Lets me say to you
Things I’m too afraid to utter.
I miss writing poems
Showering you words of longing
The mere memory of you
Wants me to keep writing.
Alas, I cannot.
For I have lost myself.
I have stopped writing poems
The moment I stopped my feelings for you.
Still I do miss writing poems.
The same way I miss you.
Your voice calling my name
Was enough to get me writing.
One last time
Before I stop writing poems for you.
I will get back to writing poems
But this time, I’ll write it for myself..
-the wrestless pen
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