Stolen

I just had to write this poem down that lay dormant in my head. My pen wrote it all down for me. So I cant remember what it said. Better than anything I ever wrote, or anything you've ever read. It came from within my heart & my soul. I just wish I knew what it said. It was the kind of piece that spoke to you its such a shame it cannot be read. I will not rest until I have found the beginning middle and end. I lost my poem all because the pen wrote it for me instead. So I keep writing to find the words that once lay dormant in my head.