Get on My horse

hi. i have spent hours sitting here, staring at Amy's picture.
wondering what to write about.

No words comes out my head;

even now i feel much dread.

the words i think was lost, in time.

their all worth more than just a dime.

thinking much around this hour, 

even the milk i got went sour.

                     -tiara

 thanks fauzi. haha. my friend told me to write how frustrated i am that i can't seem to have any inspiration. i hope it doesn't sound as ridiculous as i feel it is. but it was fun writing it anyways.