I knew love is not for me
When I got the writer's block
With no more bad lines like this
To be labelled #poetry.
I remember those long days
When I could not sleep thinking
Of long stanzas good for her
To scoot without a goodbye.
I miss the godawful notes
When the blank pages stare back,
How I wish I could promise
I won't trouble her like that.
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