Pens and pencils never help.
I'm trying to think for myself.
Sketchbooks and loose leaf fail.
My inspiration is locked in jail.
I try to plant hope like a seed.
You see, you are the one I need.
Each day the sun will set.
The time when night and day first met.
Filled with orange, yellow and red.
Darkness creeps inside my head.
The night moves on without words.
I begin to hear the chirping birds.
So tell me, how did things come together?
I watch my unstable heart tether.
Will you reassure me in the end?
A message I am unable to send.
What else am I supposed to do?
I'll always be happy speaking to you.
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