my brain grasps hungrily
at any word that resembles
inspiration
Starving for a spark, a muse,
a push in any direction
to pull the lyrics out
from the back of my mind
I come up empty-handed
and breathless
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
my brain grasps hungrily
at any word that resembles
inspiration
Starving for a spark, a muse,
a push in any direction
to pull the lyrics out
from the back of my mind
I come up empty-handed
and breathless
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