random old notebook poetry

so everything changes once again
that strong wind has blown
am I back to my old self?
ofcourse its the regression that is clearly shown.

no inspiration comes now
that flare isn't there
I could write about what to do
but I don't know what that is.

I think I'm starting not to care
and that frightens me a little
how did I come so far?

is she good for me?
am I good for her?
is it the right time?
to keep close or deferr,

I just can't think straight,
my mind is not with my heart,
try to keep them together,
too often they get torn apart.

am I slowly starting to love her,
is that something I'm allowed to do
would we ever be together,
just us two?

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its hard to tell in this weather
thinking how wet and cold
they're stopped
but we keep getting old

and the guitar plays on
as it always does
my thoughts focus on here
that thought of love

is it my place to love her
should i let her be
is it selfish to want her
not only for a friend, but for me

its a hard situation
but I enjoy her so very much
how can I just forget her
forget her touch

I don't have to think
I only have to do it,
she's right in front of me
what more can I ask?