The Ink Has Run Dry

As Autumn takes hold of this beautiful land,
The frosty mornings, the cold cold sand,
The doona once again becomes your old best friend,
Hoping that your sleep time will never end.

The ink in my pen has started to run dry,
I won't ever offend you, there's no need to cry,
Everything is good and everything is great,
Time to stop writing and stop tempting fate.

I don't mean to say, exactly how i feel,
Life can be cruel when life is so real,
My messages are sinister and sly as a fox,
It's time for me to get back in that infamous box.

Thank you for following me it really means a  lot,
To see a different point of view whether you liked it or not,
There will always be someone happy and someone always sad,
Someone having an awful time, and someone always mad.

Don't forget i love you all even if i don't say it,
Some with all my heart and some just a bit,
This is my last poem that i will ever share,
But know my creative juices still flow and know i am still there.