Dramatically, during in midnight,
I'm fearing, though I'm in light,
You came in my head, tripping in, with no invite,
So I'm just here to write this,
Through the poetry, not to my wrist,
Then again, Id be reminiscing, laughter id hear,
Thinking that once, i was used to rid of your fear,
Sweet Lullaby, through the phone lines,
You're the reason, for this skill, rhymes,
Inspiration, through the person,
your the high in the low times,
But now I'm Spending my minutes, trying to kill this solid emptiness,
If love was a currency, you had left me here, so penniless,
This writing, isn't saying,
how much Ive been missing you,
I know I don't deserve,
Because I'm real, and I've been staying true..
