My poetry.

You took my words and walked away,
My paper, my pen.
Gave me track of time,
With nights so long,
Tears that fall on my knees,
Searching for pages and words,
To destroy hopes and dreams.
Closer to love,
On a parchment, older than a memory.
Fading but still alive.
All my thoughts and words.
Give me my words.
Come back, my pen, my paper.
My poetry, where are you?

This is not me,
Without you,
I've made a living in your presence,
You, my corner stone,
My sanity, the sensitivity in me.
You're carrying my heart in yours,
Take those steps towards me,
Watch me withering here,
Struggling to say words I never remember,
Stammering on my breath,
Give me my answers,
My dreams and thoughts,
Give life to my tears,
Leave them on these memories.
Give the weakness to my knees,
With my eyes on yours, let me kneel.
Give me my sensitivity,
I'm letting empty pages burn,
Let me burn my words.
Give me my words.
My poetry, where are you?