I'm seeking a spot
to place a dot,
mark a thought
or throw a line;
and yet the waves
the ripples,
the currents
the ebbs and flows
the drips that grow with time
constantly flow past me,
leaving my quill dry,
the page blank,
and me pissed as a mother fucker.
I know how you feel, still;
I know how you feel, still; could be worse could have been cock blocked instead! ;) hugss missed u b xo
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
;-)
LMAO!!! id rather be cock blocked than have writer's block! I can work around a cock block! WFT do you outflank writer's block!?!
I'm as pissed as the guy who
I'm as pissed as the guy who catches his friend fucking his mom, like the hedley song
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
And it's no wonder you were! I've updated the poem from the original, but that may have been a mistake as it sort of reminded me of my Irish grandmother ;-)
you are the writer only you
you are the writer only you know if it was a mistake!
Much Love
Ashley