Beauty, brains and a soul heaven sent
Don’t inspire the words I need when I vent
My writing has meaning because of the sting
Heartache and pain – that sort of thing
Try as I might I can’t write about you
When you highlight the good in all that I do
You’ve stolen my words and broken my pen
You’d have to hurt me to fix it again
I can’t force out sonnets singing of bliss
So I’d rather write nothing and just feel like this
Uninspiring Muse
February 1, 2008Beauty, brains and a soul heaven sent
Don’t inspire the words I need when I vent
My writing has meaning because of the sting
Heartache and pain – that sort of thing
Try as I might I can’t write about you
When you highlight the good in all that I do
You’ve stolen my words and broken my pen
You’d have to hurt me to fix it again
I can’t force out sonnets singing of bliss
So I’d rather write nothing and just feel like this
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