I Cannot Write Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
I Cannot Write
I cannot write for passion;
I cannot write for love,
but the substitute that I'm literate for,
is all of blue, nothing above.
I cannot write for future,
I cannot write for life,
but the semantics that I'm digging for,
are stress-related strife.
I cannot write for magic,
I cannot write for you,
but the ingredients I'm longing for,
are words which are not above the colour blue.
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