by Dep

The blank page
sits before me
Mocking me
Taunting me

I sit and think
Yet nothing comes
I'm out of ideas
I'm out of songs

I'm in love
it feels so great
Happy am I
And so is she

I beg of fate
to never let end
This wondrous love
Which i hold dear

I love her so
and it has stopped
The creative urge
I feel within

For my work
Require's disaster
heartache and disaster
to properly function

But now
I can write
Of love and content
With you at last

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Thank you!