i found an outlet,
to release my feelings,
by talking to you.
it's funny how things changed,
just like the unpredictable weather,
you, my confidant,
no longer there.
you, my sole self support,
why did you leave?
why did you change?
i found an outlet,
to release my feelings,
by writing lyrics.
my pent up frustrations,
my pent up thoughts,
guided me to write,
in smudges of black ink.
i can't seemed to forget about you,
maybe i will never be able to,
but you'll be my muse for now.
should i be grateful for you , for being my muse or should I be resentful for our broken friendship?
