• i see you in my mind
    mirrors reflecting thoughts
    you lay across them
    relaxed, sleepy, lovely

    i can't seem to pick up my pen
    it glares at me with disgust
    can't think, can't write
    must be writers block

    the words are there
    but can't put them in place
    shapes, sounds, movement
    its all just a secondary mistake

    drugs can't help
    must do it on my own
    focus isn't enough
    force would only make it hurt

    Why must i have to wait so long
    for it to come back to me
    inspiration is so simple
    just like the sweet November