My Lost Poet

The weaver of stories
The twister of words
Where within me is she?
Where is she lost?

Creativity, it's where?
Where is my flair?
Those sentimental words
Those phrases of care

My dagger-like anger
My grief, a killer
Where is that me in me?
Where is that thriller?

Everything, it's lost
Not a bit strung along
My words fail me
All's gone, so long

My poetry, so plain
My words, so bland
My heart, it's mute
My thoughts, they're blank

Without you, I'm bare
With you, I'm alive
I seek you within me
In you, let me dive

So when is your comeback
Oh poet-girl of me?
When will you return
Belong once again to me...?