Lovely pink pages filled with deceit
Rose scented pastel paper lying to me
Cuz everything is perfect
Everything is sweet
And I’m disappointed cuz
This is what I believe
I poured all my faith into these pages
Stained them with my stress
Covered them with my tears and
Trusted them with my ultimate fears
And they turned their backs on me
Giving me gifts of writers block
So poetry becomes a mystery
My expression is faltered
And I can’t breathe
The cause of my death
Is a lack of poetry.