Poem #163

You are asking too much of me.
I don’t have the words to write anymore,
you drained the author in me.
If love cannot be described in verses
is it even love anymore?
Let me go, I need to find new ground.
A poet without inspiration is like a sea
without salt, it isn’t natural.
Let me go, I need to find a place where
my words can be safe again.

2 thoughts on “Poem #163

  1. I think any and all true poets out there can relate to this piece 🙂

  2. Love the way your write..
    And soon, I guess, I fall.. in love

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