I want to write but my words are tangled up sort of distorted
Trying to write some lines that may rhyme bringing a image
Like a junkie poetically speaking
I need my groove a strong fix just to finish
For I am a poet who lost her groove
True to my gift that use to write line after line
Now I am blind to my gift hurting for that perfect word
A Poet that can't write
Floating on that one cloud where you don't have a clue
Where my pen will take you next
But they call me a Poet
Now I am just a Poet trying to place a line with a rhyme
Hoping it takes you in the once in a time ride once again
For I don't know where she went
Angel
Trying to write some lines that may rhyme bringing a image
Like a junkie poetically speaking
I need my groove a strong fix just to finish
For I am a poet who lost her groove
True to my gift that use to write line after line
Now I am blind to my gift hurting for that perfect word
A Poet that can't write
Floating on that one cloud where you don't have a clue
Where my pen will take you next
But they call me a Poet
Now I am just a Poet trying to place a line with a rhyme
Hoping it takes you in the once in a time ride once again
For I don't know where she went
Angel