My muse has made me too happy
My muse has given me nothing to write about
My muse what are you doing to me?
Am I really getting this comfortable
Did I just hear myself say your name again?
Is that you running through my brain?
You were so good to me, well you still are.
Have I lost my lack to write?
Have I lost the desire to express myself?
How could this happen overnight?
How could I go from writing multiple things a night to nothing?
You my muse are beautiful
You are an amazing person
You are kind, and sweet.
You are all that I lack
I am all that you lack.
So maybe I just need a break from writing until you inspire me again?
