I'm starting to get that way again
You know_ that way I get when I don't write
_ when I'm too busy
or life is busy beating me

It's the way I get when I think
Just a little more time till all this is over
Than I can sit down and write a book to put all these
tears in
But then I know my book can't be big enough
And if I don't sit down soon
And vent on paper
I get that the way I get when I'm venting on you

Sorry I hurt you,
Don't mean to
But then life is keeping me from doing my thing
Too busy fending of the hurt
To find time to vent the tears

Or maybe
It's when life's knocking me hardest
That's when God is saying
Why aren't you writing?
Here, write this.

I've found the best way I know
To flow without overflowing
And I left it _
I feel sorry now
Sorry and humble as I sit down
And write this one
dedicated to you.
Forgive me
For writing on you
When I should be venting on paper.

Thank you
For staying by my side
and bringing my pen back to me.

by: your poet.

dedicated to: you.