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Nothing To Write About

The worst form of writers block
is when her love is your muse
And you know you have to walk the walk
and face you are old news

My dreams were my paper
I spilled my heart onto
The memories I savor
only are of you

Whenever my fingers touched you
softly in the night
So easily the words grew
and I had to write

My poems always were my friend
but now they've gone astray
They both met the same end
you took my love away

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  • Desdmona
    March 24

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    I like it. Very good. It's very Shakespeare or Neruda like. I enjoyed it very much, the rhyming was executed well and the point was well displayed. Good job and good luck. ~Des