Thoughts of a Mother
I use to write poetry
I used to write poetry, I used to be quite good at it
I used to sit back, look outside and the words would just come to me
I used to pick up a pad, a pen and write without even thinkin at all
I used to be a poet, the unheard voice of the street
I used to write poetry, but I don't anymore
I don't know why, I just can never find a pen and pad
Where did it go? What happened to my voice
I'm silent now
I lost all the words
What should I do, how do I get it back
What a waste of talent, lost forever
Now I watch TV, I have no more creativity in me
I'm sad, I'm bored and have nothing to do
I used to write poetry...
I used to sit back, look outside and the words would just come to me
I used to pick up a pad, a pen and write without even thinkin at all
I used to be a poet, the unheard voice of the street
I used to write poetry, but I don't anymore
I don't know why, I just can never find a pen and pad
Where did it go? What happened to my voice
I'm silent now
I lost all the words
What should I do, how do I get it back
What a waste of talent, lost forever
Now I watch TV, I have no more creativity in me
I'm sad, I'm bored and have nothing to do
I used to write poetry...
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I use to write poetry
I use to write poetry