Apr 2013
The Oasis In My Parched Soul,
Is Really Starting To Run Dry,
I Feel No More Inspiration,
And I Can't Help To Wonder Why,
Slowly The Desert Plants Wither,
As Thirsty Birds No Longer Fly,
Only Arid Heat Leaves My Lungs,
Where Have My Beautiful Words Gone?
Is Really Starting To Run Dry,
I Feel No More Inspiration,
And I Can't Help To Wonder Why,
Slowly The Desert Plants Wither,
As Thirsty Birds No Longer Fly,
Only Arid Heat Leaves My Lungs,
Where Have My Beautiful Words Gone?
Oasis Of Inspiration... I Have Been Feeling Ill Due To A Nasty Case Of Writers Block... I Feel Like I Am Slowly Breaking Free:)
(F/Minnesota)
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