It’s been a while 

Hands have been shaking
Heart has been craving
Brain has been reminiscing 
Pen has been sad..

The pen is sad because
It’s been a while.
It’s been a while since it bled love
On a peice of paper
And sketched images
In the minds and souls
Of all who need and appreciate
An alternative to this sad
And dull reality called life.

It’s been a while since I last wrote 
But I never stopped breathing poetry 
Never stopped loving it
Never stopped being a poet

It’s been a while.