I want to talk to you but I’m running out of ink
I might be losing it because I don’t know what to think
All I know is that love hits harder than bricks
And they connect so hard you’d think from gods hands are where they slipped
I try to move on and place her in the past but it never works out
All I end up doing is having a reason to shout or pout
You’ve always been there for me and you always listen
While I write my thoughts I love how the letters and words glisten
This will have to be a short poem I think
But only because my pen is running out of ink


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