Stuck for words

I wish that my head could always tell me what to say
maybe it's just laziness I live with to the day
I want to tell them all about how wonderful they are
the gift that sends them to live without me in the stars
out of their pens flows happiness, anger, love and pain
and reading all their poems has helped to keep me sane
describing in the 'comment' all they have achieved
suming up the world's words and all their dreams
it's easier by far to write my muse in rhyme
expressing all I think of it in line by line