TO MY INSPIRATION…

This is about someone who has made me ink

many a verse about her, by making me think.

Though she is nowhere near me or in my sight

I haven’t been able to forget her, day or night.

It is something that makes me really sad

and think that luck, to me , has been bad.

Though we may see each other when we walk

words, between us, we cant exchange or talk.

I don’t understand why she is being so curt

by making me feel low and really hurt.

What she’ll stand, by this, to gain

I wonder by giving me all this pain.

Even now, I wouldn’t know if she has someone

as I haven’t gone, about it, from anyone, learn.

But in the mind, will always be there a haunting WHY

that to me who, now, been left high and dry.

Though, without her, I am out to endure strife

one thing, for sure, for her, is in store in life

that any of works, on her, I f she were to read

blood and not tears, from her eyes, would bleed.

This is about someone who has made me ink

many a verse about her, by making me think.

Though she is nowhere near me or in my sight

I haven’t been able to forget her, day or night.

It is something that makes me really sad

and think that luck, to me , has been bad.

Though we may see each other when we walk

words, between us, we cant exchange or talk.

I don’t understand why she is being so curt

by making me feel low and really hurt.

What she’ll stand, by this, to gain

I wonder by giving me all this pain.

Even now, I wouldn’t know if she has someone

as I haven’t gone, about it, from anyone, learn.

But in the mind, will always be there a haunting WHY

that to me who, now, been left high and dry.

Though, without her, I am out to endure strife

one thing, for sure, for her, is in store in life

that any of works, on her, I f she were to read

blood and not tears, from her eyes, would blead.