I write again, its bout time,
I hold the pen,i am scared.
I wonder if i'l be fine,
A thumping heart,so full of dread.
I start and stop, my hands are shaking,
I feel the old me awaking.
I open my arms to welcome you back,
Write once more, there is nothing you lack.
I rite for me, more than you,
My head is screaming, it is true.
But who am i to lie to you?
I rite to try and give back what is due.
To all my friends and those to be,
I once stopped to rite, leaving this empty.
To all of u and to you too,
I'm back to bug your life for good.
