I haven't witten anything in a very long time
Over the years I wondered why
My pain and happiness were always on a page
Written in ink, now there
text messages that ruin my day.
Why did stop writing?
At some point I stopped caring about
how people felt; what they thought.
My thoughts and action became shallow and selfish.
When did I stop writing?
At times my life seemed perfectly imperfect
and the imperfections were tolerable to stand.
I wrote what saw, what I felt; what i did.
What did I stop writing?
I've lost touch with the person
that spent hours writing down phrases and thoughts on a paper.
I'm stuck in a body that writes I love you's and broken hearts on the corner of my exams
Who was the person that stopped writing?
Now, I can't even answer that.
That person was strong, and consderate.
That person was shy yet amazing.
That person used to be me.
Then time played it tricks;
My thoughts became arguments;
My happiness came with a simple hello.
Have I always been this way?
I wish I never stopped writing.