Poetry

All inspiration has run dry,

And everything I try

Nothing ever works,

No nothing ever works

And when you sit around and wait

for people to respond,

you grow tired and bored,

because nothing ever happens anyway

what more am I to say?

I've tried hopelessly to move on

and even to forget

but at times like these you sneak back in

on my mind, an imprint

I know I'm not the only one

who misses you so dearly

but I think that I'm the only one

who envisions you so clearly.