Abstract

Maybe i'll never write a brilliant piece again

Maybe i'll never feel the same again

or feel at all

But I have my abstract

and all the flames and whispers I long to imagine

You don't miss me 

you miss being missed

this is a concept I hope one day you can grasp 

All your words are tangible

but my hands are to numb to feel them

so stop throwing them at me 

expecting me to catch them 

Maybe i'll cry again tonight

Maybe i'll get over it