I haven't written her in so long There seems to be a void in my heart No matter what I choose to write about She and I can never be long apart Words do come to me everyday They sing to me as I go to bed I have no time to string them together They just make a home on my head Some of them are light as feathers While most of them just weigh me down I'm trying my best to give life to them Yet they stay on like a permanent crown Image Source They need an outlet I understand But then, so do I With all the "about me" talks going on How could I just let her die She and I are bound together Making a tune out of a random word We choose our emotions carefully Eliminating negatives from the herd She gave me the strength to write Showed me feelings in myriad hues Now I have to celebrate her It is time I paid her my dues Without her I wouldn't exist I miss her and her perfect rhyme I tried to stay away ...
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