The time I handled the pen and paper,
My eyes went blank.
As my mind provoked words,
Words were nowhere to be found
I used to be cotton and needle with book and pen

Ohh no the bonds of soil and grass,
It’s used to me and my paper.
Either the mumbling of my lips splurging with word
Or my rhyming heart of words can they do
The book it used to be splodged with emotion
What happened? What happened?