I can not write words
of love...
All the getting lost in your eyes
And you make my heart skip a beat
And for ever and ever
Coochie coo and mushy lines
But what I can write
Is to write of woe and pain
Felt in flesh and blood
My muse is a sad one.
She knocks on my door
In depression
Sheltering me from
Agonies of my heart
My cries are moulded
Into words of power
My tears into
Stream of passion
Flowing unhindered
Must have done a sin
To desrve this sadness
Must have done some prayers
To earn this goddess
My grief now
Is not that gloomy
Because...
The results
Of my woe
Makes me smile
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