The day I stopped writing
It was like going through the worst break up I've ever known
My mind goes blank
The pen won't flow
And I have this craving for the feeling of the paper against my skin
And the pencil pressed against it like a passionate kiss
The words pouring out effortlessly
Breathing passion into every inch of me
My heart misses it terribly
By my muse refuses to let us be together
So I ignore the blank pages
Begging me to come back
And hold my tea close to my heart
Because it is the only warmth it feels anymore