It's hard to write for I've lost my muse
I have very little inspiration left to use
My words lack passion, I will not lie
But I must write something, or atleast try
The letters no longer escape from my pen
They are fighting and struggling to escape from within
Sentences are trapt by this mental baracade
I need affection, a reason to serenade
I hear your words, but not your voice
Has it simply grown distant, or is this your choice?
Have you blocked me out, or have I faded away?
After all this abuse, I still beg and plead for you to stay
I want you and need you, after all the lies
You are my poetry, without you it dies
Author notes
Please don't read too much into this. I've been having and tough time latly and it's made my writing a little "blah" (the writing that I'm actually doing, that is). This poem just kind of came to me randomly. As it says, it lacks passion.
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I like this. I think it's very good. It's flows well and rhymes well. This isn't at all "blah" good work.
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