So into the image, i can't get out of this slump,
can't even go back to before and just hump,
now if i don't write i'm in the dumps,
taking the bruises and dealing with the lumps,
i'm not fully sure when,
i ended up in this pain again,
how did i allow this situation i'm in,
now i can only vent through a pen,
then again at least i made an attempt,
how's that breeze feel coming through my vent?
sure it's written but i'll vocally admit,
that you were more to me then just an outlet,
i know something real for you is hard to swallow,
but why'd you have to tease me and leave me to wallow?
in my own life, in my own sorrow,
know you're going to be one tough act to follow.
...
Your poems speak to me in ways I can't even explain.
Copyright © JessterStarshine
glad i can speak to ya
glad i can speak to ya through just writing :)
can you hear me now?