A Poet Without a Pen

It's been two months since I wrote I promised myself I'll put it on a post it note Words won't come out I've been choked Someone call the police my mind has commented a crime Sitting weeping in my spare time Pain flipped my life like a dime My first love stripped from my grasp No longer could I let this last I'm picking up my pen today, and from this point on my pen and I we're gonna have a blast!!!!!!