Writers Block

Love was keeping me alive and when you left you took my soul with you.

You were the reason to write

Now you are gone

You've turned me into a romantic mess

you've left me with nothing 

Other than a sweater 3 sizes to big

a picture without a frame

and a hole in the wall 

not by you 

my hand is brusied

my head hurts

thinking about you makes

my heart ache 

my eyes water

and my fingers tremble 

I guess 

you were my soul ache 

rather soul mate

dont worry 

we will be together 

someday 

maybe in heaven 

maybe in hell 

either way 

I cant wait to see your smile

Author's Note

Help me fix it if you will