Half talented

Last argument we had I won the fight but I lost you, last laugh we shared I shared the joke but failed to share how you really made me feel and last time you said goodbye you meant it. You once had me calling the locksmith trying to take a stroll into your heart; you showed me the stars hidden in your heart until I lost my phone book.

This is me trying to force myself into writing more, drinking more coffee praying it hands us more ideas even though we’re tired. We have our beds on speed dial but we refuse to call because half of our talent wishes they could write more, half of our talent is on its knees praying we get more coffee. With a cup half full half empty we’re struggling to finish our doze of good coffee.