I love you so much That I stopped writing love poems After you stopped loving me. I can't find the lyrics To these sweet nothings anymore. My heart's songs are atrocious. Everyone says my first few albums Were my best work. I need my ghostwriter back. I haven't moved your pencil and paper. I have eraser shavings everywhere, Trying to recreate The way you made me feel. ~Written By: Virgenal Owens
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