I have writer’s block

Not in the sense that you
Think it means
Because I could write all day
About her virtues
Her beauty
Her eloquence
Her
&
Nothing but

Only
All the beautiful words
&
Phrases in the world
Put together
Couldn’t make her
HER
materialize in front of me

So I block it out
The only way a writer knows how

By writing it down

It’s a curse

hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.

I cannot cry much
So I do cherish the chance
To baptize myself

The air smelled of strong perfume
The sky was lit with coral hues
The babies mouth was lit with a smile
Although it didn't last for a while

The sound of crying filled the air
The ocean breeze was abound with despair
The coral skies suddenly turned azure
And the night that was coming
wasn't very far