I dislike finding old poetry, I have discovered..
3 and a half months since I lost my inspiration for such beauty..
damn, fate, why did you take my inspiration away?
All the words I can put on paper express rage, and pain
All loss, from my loss, and never gain
Taken away for the thoughts I’m left with
Alone in that room, silently sit
Because my savior walked away
They didnt care that they saved my day
And still everyday, though its been forever
I think, think again, think of this savior
Sometimes I pretend, they never left
and my heart shatters again when reality is met..