Been a while since i spilled ink on a parchment,

Sorrow is my department,

You can find me working the midnight shift,

My heart flew off a cliff,

Waking up in love, I could get used to this.

I talk slow but my mind moves fast,

Spiritual but i never go to mass,

Wishing i was in class,

Learning more and doing less,

Oh God my brain is such a mess,

The lack of distress,

The excess of bliss,

The crave for her kiss,

For her affection,

And attention,

Sorry, I got off topic,

But my heart is racing and I can’t stop it,

Addicted to thc,

To tea,

To Coffee,

and Thee.

Sometimes I can’t see.

Sometimes I stumble,

Can you hear the words I try to mumble?

You’re hear reading this tumble.

I hope you get what I was saying,

Poetry, that’s my form of praying.

My mind wandering through words,

Flying with all the birds.

What was I talking about again?

Oh yeah, how life is better now than then.

Waiting til’ I can kiss you again.