I keep trying to write,
something out, something new,
forcing rhymes on to paper,
to again say how much
I love you.
But no matter how long
I sit here pencil in my hand,
the words stop short;
I loose command.
I want you to know
how you broke my heart,
how long at night I lay lonely,
how I'm falling apart.
But I'm forcing it out
writing it down anyway,
the thing my heart screams,
the thing my lips long to say.
But I can't open my mind,
and let profound words flow free,
allow them to spill onto blank paper,
all that's in side of me.
I want to make you cry,
as I have so long before,
want you to open up
become the on that I adore.
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