I pick up my pen to write but I couldn't scribble a word.
I took a walk to find myself but you wouldn't get out of my head.
I try to put my thoughts into words but words fail me.
I searched high and low for a way to start but I came up with nothing.
Now the only sound I hear is my heart panting.
Tell me, how can I write when you've managed to invade my mind with your deceit.
I want to write, I want to put everything into words.
I want to pour out my mind in words it's driving me crazy.
I plug my ears but music wouldn't help.
How can I survive without letting it out in words?
Give me a reason to not write when My hand together with my pen creates the perfect harmony.
The smell of ink rejuvenates my senses.
And the sound of my pen hitting my notes is like music to my ears.
I'm not right if I can't write.
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You are born to write... And you really are one fine writer!
Thank u