The way you wanted me to be

Imagination has now killed the intention

desire, hunger 

for the person you were 

and time has now revived  

the person that 

I am along with the desire  

and madness that 

drove me for years and years  

with hungry heart and  eyes with tears  

long and long  

I walked  on a blank sheet of paper 

with a broken feelings  

and a perfectly fine pen 

a gift that I faintly remember 

now but still 

It writes my heart out

 when I'm lonely and 

 exactly the way you wanted me to be