I've lost my inspiration,
My muse has gone and fled.
All my thoughts are jumbled,
They just won't come out of my head.
I can't write what I feel,
It just doesn't feel right.
To first write of hate and death,
And than the love of my life.
This is all your fault you know,
Because of the way you make me feel.
When I'm rapped up in your arms at night,
Happiness is all I seem to feel.
But then when I'm not with you,
And everyone is screaming,
It feels like my world is falling apart.
And writing is the only way I had of dealing,
But now because of you I no longer can,
Because I can't write of death,
Not after holding your hand.

This was writen for a man I once loved.