A collection I might add on to over time.
They said I was a writer.
They said my words were made of magic,
And that I could weave new worlds just with the power of my pen
They said I was a gem, a fallen star from heaven.
Right now, I feel like
The candy wrapper by my bedside, crumpled and thrown away
Of no use to anyone.
Yes, they said I was a writer.
And they told me to write it out,
To let my feelings flow
I'm sorry, but my feelings
Have clotted and clogged up ages ago,
Much like the drain I see outside my window.
Nobody bothers to fix what is already hopeless.
And yes, they said I was a writer,
But the words I once loved,
Have long flown off in search of greener pastures.
For they once said I was a writer,
But there's no writer left in me.