Somehow It Seems I Forgot

Somehow it seems I forgot Why should I write each emotion I’m feeling when no one will stroll to my side An unending song filled with passion and yearning now praying for one to confide Dreaming in colors that glow in a meadow where butterflies float on the breeze Alongside a river of flowing desires meandering under the trees Why take my pen from its brown leather casing and place it on top of the page Spilling some ink in a nice cursive fashion just ends up revealing my age Where no one will read as they go passing lightly in search of the next future star While here I will sit at a desk made a plastic away from wherever you are Can you explain in a poetic sentence why words can’t be read like they feel Is it a style or a strange way to tell us that lacks in enormous appeal Comments won’t come if you stand slinging arrows with targets right there tween the eyes So it would seem that the retaliation would come in the form of replies Don’t put too much in these phrases I’m writing for I am just bored half to death Wondering if I would post something stupid now pausing to inhale a breath Would some of you come just to see what I’m thinking or figure my thoughts matter not I had an ending to this when I started but somehow it seems I forgot