This has been a long time since.
A long time coming like the end of this sentence...

Blank page.
Lately I've become lost every time I open up my...

Time to begin.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015...

So many times upon a time,
I trap my soul in lines of rhyme...

After all this time I can still feel your lines...
We began to realize we could never be together...

Your love was the shins and forgotten feelings.
My love was torn in illegitimate dealings...

Preserve my body, reserve my follies for the next...
Either I'll ride a trolley, or I'll write my holly...

The End.
Rewinding...

New note entitled the feeling entitled to...
I shake about...

Take a second to think while you're running out...
Breathe a second then blink...

"don't think that you can get away with...
"I don't.&quot...

My membranes are burning from what you're...
The pain is hot like a lobotomy...