writers lost
what'd you say
no, i don't care
you can't
convince me
there's no way
nothing, never
this wont get old
don't give up
i wont let go
there's no way
this could get old
pen to paper
that's all he wrote
my pen to paper
and i will
tell what must be told
New York City
they are
stealing my ideas
publish faster
what you wrote
jack, don't
give up
sorrow that
only this life could dream up
say farewell
forever goodbye
please don't
lead me on
i'm afraid i
might cry
left alone
sitting here
on my own feet
walk so far
that i can't see
where you've gone
keep your
mouth shut
i can't stand
the hear your words
don't write it down
your poetry
sounds so dumb to me