Your words move my pen
Your frown forces my eraser
Every time my ink touches paper
Your blue eyes block my thoughts
I try to write about other things
But it always becomes you
You invade my dreams
You conquer my poems
With you, writer’s block has a new meaning
You are my writer’s block
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 1:27 PM UTC
Your words move my pen
Your frown forces my eraser
Every time my ink touches paper
Your blue eyes block my thoughts
I try to write about other things
But it always becomes you
You invade my dreams
You conquer my poems
With you, writer’s block has a new meaning
You are my writer’s block
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