...........

Locked deep in thought
The pen in my hand
Wont write for me anymore,
My heart won't scribe about any whore,
Just the ones that I care about
But the way things seem
My pen inks found itself in a drought.
Hide my thoughts in hieroglyphics,
A puzzle to ponder,
My feelings locked up
Leaving you to wonder
How the fuck can I be so bold?
I'm asking how you can be so cold?
It's funny.
When I wake up
I'm clean shaven cut
But when my eyes are opened
I'm a rugged unshaven messy scrub.

Fuck.