Inspirational Poem by Cabaline xxx

I sit down with a pen and paper,
and I wait, for that beautiful moment,
where reality melts away. Layer by layer,
it reveals its secret. I scribble,
writing them down, masking them as
metaphors, hiding them with hyperbole.
This is my vocation, my hobby, my passion.
But as of late, reality refuses to turn into
dreams. Whenever I search for muse,
-there you are instead. False inspiration.
My pen meanders across the page.
I think of you, and my thoughts, my wishes,
turn to ink just to spite me!
I read it over, and see what I've done
-just another no good love poem.