Tales For The Broken

Inspiration

You were my inspiration,

but now you've gone away.

All my stories were about you,

so now what can I say?

I could write about my broken heart,

or the pain you left me in.

But it would just remind me,

that you want him.

You were stories point,

now they are all dull.

You were the beginning,

you were all the tea,

but even good things have an end.

You were the tears that have been cried,

you were the tissue to wipe those tears away,

but now you leave me when I need love the most?

You were my inspiration,

you were why I love to write.

But with you gone my mind is blank,

like the piece of paper in front of me.

Now every time I try to write,

all I see is your face,

and it brings back so much emotion,

that's too painful,

even to write.

I write when I am depressed.

I write when I am bored.

I write when I am told too.

I write when I am lonely.

I write when I am mad.

So when I don't write there's something wrong.

And even I don't know

What it is.

A/N

Hey guys how's it going? I feel like I have not done a real A/N in a while you know. I have writer's block and it SUCKS. I go to write and I can not think of one thing to write. This took me at least 1 1/2 hours. AT LEAST! BROOOOOOO! It would on a normal day take me like 5 mins to write something longer and better (that's what she said sorry I had to) than this. Oh, and you know that chapter where I was like "give me four letter words" or something. No one did thanks guys. Whatever I already knew no one would comment. Guess what?

almost there