Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
You inspire me. You make me want to write beautiful things.
I can't. I cannot write beautiful things, because of you.
I get tongue tied in my own mind.
The gorgeous stanzas flee in terror.
Terror brought on by the thought of you.
Beautiful stanzas scared of your magnificence.
Terrified you will shine brighter.
Terrified for good reason.
Not even one million beautiful stanzas, written by the best poets, could outshine you.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
Terrible. Absolutely terrible.
You inspire me. You make me want to write beautiful things.
I can't. I cannot write beautiful things, because of you.
I get tongue tied in my own mind.
The gorgeous stanzas flee in terror.
Terror brought on by the thought of you.
Beautiful stanzas scared of your magnificence.
Terrified you will shine brighter.
Terrified for good reason.
Not even one million beautiful stanzas, written by the best poets, could outshine you.
This is another small poem I wrote for my significant other, describing why I cannot write for him.
