I can’t write a poem,

Because they come from the heart,

And no matter how I try,

I can’t think of something to say.

I don’t cry at films,

I’ve never been in love,

Nobody I know’s ever died,

I don’t have strong opinions.

I’m just dancing through life,

Living with my eyes closed,

Happy in my thoughtlessness,

Without opinions or sentimentality.

And when I die,

What mark will I leave?

Except a few cheesy photos,

And a thousand scrunched-up words.

I can't write a poem,

But they come from the heart,

And as much as I'd like to,

I’m not sure I have one.