change

talking... texting... instant messaging... video chatting...
every second, minute, hour, day
for months...


now weeks && months pass by with nothing...
turning into years, and decades ... possibly

true love

dont think i'll ever find my true love
cuz everything i once truly loved
was truly inlove... wit sum1 else

pen to the pad

i lost the poetry within me...
or maybe i jus gave up on it... not too sure
but i kno that my mind races and i let it
i dont control it like i used to
but i got this pen and this paper
&& imma put the pen to the pad
i think the same thoughts over and over
reaching up into the thinking bubble
snatching those thoughts
and placing them in between the marble covers