WRITER'S BLOCK

When you left you stole my burning heart.
You stole my drive.

You never stole my ambition.
No-one ever will.

You stole my crayons and melted them.
You made my pen run out.

Writer's block crept in,
it's an expectant execution block.

Just now,
I'm cold and lonely.
My eyes mere trenches of emptiness.
I fought my war with passion.

Now I'm dying inside.
I'm crying inside.
I am the Mona Lisa,
But, moaning I am not.
(C) Livvi