Is it lost?

i used to write with so much emotion and beauty
have i lost my talent, i want back my duty
my duty to my heart, and to my mind
the words now are hard to find
when i cured my agony, my soul broke free
come back please, come back to me
am i missing the girl i was before
the one locked up behind the graffetti door
she knew who she was and the truth
she knew the world and wasnt so ruth-
less. call the police, summon the troops
trace my feet work, through all the loops
now i must think before i speak
before it would constantly leak
tell me my rhymes are bad
tell me how pathetic it is and sad
the girl that fell for me loved my depth
but somehow i fall into this shallow keep
i know she missses it, as well as i
come back to my body, let me try
try again to keep you, try again to cherish
its a gift given to those whose souls refuse to perish
i promise that i wont lose you again
and i will start to spill my soul with this pen
i remember how i used to be
and now i wonder is this really me
maybe sadness isnt so bad after all
even though you are always in the air about to fall
at least then you know yourself inside
and its alot harder to let that person hide.
when i had the beauty, when i had the art
i never asked why, just knew it came from the heart
but i'm slowly feeling it about to come
let the fingers on the keyboard run
let the meaning bleed through
and poureth the passion too
this time i wont become rusty
and my notebook dusty
lyrics will flood, songs will appear
poems will arise, and writing is now clear
now there is just one problem left
how should i end this poem of heft.

by elitexxtragedy
posted on 12/31/1969