The block
By Dreamzz
I want to write.
Yet I'm out of inspiration.
I'm writing
worthless words.
Hoping for a good sensation.
None to be found.
This sucks.
I need some luck.
Trapped inside your mental
box.
Wrapped around its many locks.
Must get free.
Help
outer me.
But yet i crush her back.
This is the block.
Inside.
Trapped up by your many.
Lies.
Box or block.
Or is it both.
Outside and inside is just a hoax.
We are both.
Being crushed.
For what i write read you must.
So find the
key.
And set me free.
Yet, fill my body with internal lust.
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Copyright 2010 Dreamzz
Published on Tuesday, August 3, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"