an empty poem
when moonlight floods the night with gloom
and fill the dark space of my room,
i marvel why thoughts of you must
rekindle my poetic lust.
with wondrous words my pen can find,
i spilled my heart, released my mind;
till i found out how so unfair
for words to leave me in despair.
to speak of rhyme my poem is tough
but merely words are not enough
to tell the passion i have had!
what is in you that drives me mad?
can i express what words cannot;
to write this poem is pointless, but-
must you inspire a fool to write
and suffer one more sleepless night!
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