I made a poem not so long ago
But its undone and its about you.
I wrote about my ling wait and my building hope.
I was on the third line but i could’nt cope.
I was torn between finishing it or not,
But sleep’s under my nose causing my brain to rot.
So i decided to continue it the next day
Too bad my pen stopped crying as you were gone away.
I dont know what happened but it slapped me, hard.
It says that i need to wake up and move forward
Cause the feelings youve left is slowing me down
And i have this habit not to let myself just frown.
So forgive me if i cant finish your poem.
Its just too draing i cannot fattom
And maybe you and i are the same as the son they’re singing
That we both are just good in the beginning.
