I've actually been sort of in the writing mood. Sort of. I wrote some poetry the other night. It isn't wonderful, or anything. I'm a bit rusty.
I lost out on the fight tonight
the air is getting thicker
and the rain doesn’t stop
for your pain
the world keeps moving
like the blood in your veins
I lost out on your heart tonight
I say the wrong things again
and again.
you walked out the door,
like you always do.
I’m used to running away, and used
to the door closing in my face
Restless, I move from room to room
maybe I should move away,
because the closer I am, the more
you ache.
Plain and easy to read on you face,
shouldn’t my world come crashing down, but here
I just sit and wait,
tonight was worlds away.
So, meh. I've written better. Whatever. I'm writing!!