With You Now that I'm with you, I have nothing to do. No poems to write, I'm no longer confused. I'm no longer sad, And no longer blue, No anger to release, What am I supposed to do? There goes my poems. There goes my writings. No more depressed rhymes, My life has brightened.
Reason for writing:
Ive written so many poems how i couldnt be with this guy, and how he never knew how much i cared for him, until we finally got together, and now i have nothing to write to bitch about anything.
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