Where is my pen?
I must go and write!
This sadness is growing
and replacing the light
that our love once brought
in the middle of the day
and I'm not sure why
it has gone away
My words are simple
bordering on trite
but you're the reason I'm awake
in the darkness of night
when others are sleeping
arm around arm
and a sigh keeps them safe
like a loving alarm
Do you think I write poetry
to hear myself whine
I'm defeated by your will
and your lack of time
If I had known long ago
that your ability to stay cool
would transform me into
a ridiculous rambling fool...
Would I have allowed love
to be so unkind and cruel
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