The Joy of Writing

These past few weeks I have missed writing
I have lost the words and their meanings
Though it seems I have lost my touch
And that I have derailed so much

I miss feeling those tender feelings of elegance
Those feelings of love from my audience
When I’m cool and of a good hit
Now everything is all bullshit

I so miss dedicating a write up to that special being
Her uniqueness that has always been
I know she still lays daisies
And her love is still just like roses

I miss reading deliciously penned thoughts
Thoughts that sooth the spirit a lot
Thoughts from the bounded sea of knowledge
That inks to figures and then to page

Writing is the painting of my voice
The images laying in my thoughts
Its soars above the colour of the skin
and still alive in this very being

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