I can't write tonight.
I am  so tired.
My head is drawn out.
I'm seriously wired.
Had a flood of words, overflowed in passion at the evening's prime, but now sadly at the end of the day, my time has run out.
I can no longer shout.
Can't say a thing.
I'm being rather quiet.
Unusual for me.
I'm silent as a cemetery.
Dressed in the dead of night.

My dainty eyelid shadows just can not stay apart
At the end of this day, I just lost my heart.
I'm sure that tomorrow the bringer of words, will bring forth unto me,  a hundred million more words to turn into a sea.
He will wave at me to remind me to once again pick up my pen, and then........?
Who knows?
(C) Livvi