My Lost Poet

The weaver of stories The twister of words Where within me is she? Where is she lost? Creativity, it's where? Where is my flair? Those sentimental words Those phrases of care My dagger-like anger My grief, a killer Where is that me in me? Where is that thriller? Everything, it's lost Not a bit strung along My words fail me All's gone, so long My poetry, so plain My words, so bland My heart, it's mute My thoughts, they're blank Without you, I'm bare With you, I'm alive I seek you within me In you, let me dive So when is your comeback Oh poet-girl of me? When will you return Belong once again to me...?