A thought..

I keep thinking I should write poetry             
But don’t really get going beyond that
I want to – should I say, dream a lot
That I figured, im not really good at.

I tell myself I should find me love
But love runs away, it’s scared of me
Walking ‘round with memories for too long
Sadly, beyond this I can’t really see

I have my days and then some nights
I was the happiest when at their side
But not everything that is, is meant to be
Something lived, but a lot of it died