There once was a time
where i could flow and express my mind
i could sing my thoughts upon a paper
and add more to it awhile later
but now i have come to a sudden stop
nothing comes out of me, not even a single drop
i have finally run out of my rhymes
and it is happening at the worst of times
a time where i know i dont belong
in a place where im just a tag along
How can one deal with such falsity
and there lack of sincerity
fake is a vast cologne
and it travels to all the worlds unknown
people who are so tied into their own lives
so blind that they cant see the real tears and cries
cant see whose really crying out for someone
but who really cares?
no one
there once was a time
where i had never ending rhymes
but i have suddenly stumbled upon this pain
where my poetry writing has ended its reign
and everything i love and know
is flushed silently down the drain
