POEM: A pen without it's ink.

[pieofthetiger]

Once... I was soulful, so full of fire
Now I've dwindled down, so full of mire
I blame it on you, my empty soul
I blame it on you, my broken heart
I blame it on you, my love so lost
i blame it on you, I blame it on you.

I can no longer write, I no longer eat
I can no longer sing, I no longer weep
I can no longer be the poet i was born to be

Damn it, all I have left is a pen with no ink
So i sit here, waiting... left to think.

~By me.