I hear this song, and I feel all the words rush to the tip of my tongue
I search for a pen, I drop everything, and connect the pen to the paper
And nothing…
The same chord playing over and over in my head
the words just lay on my tongue, dead to my brain,
Need to find a way to drain, but nothing…
He looks at me, waiting for a response
And I feel it, just laying there like a nasty sore
She watches my every move, and I’m just torn
I can hear the music, I separate the pages looking for my inspiration,
Looking for something that will spark an interest
His lips mouth my name
And my eyes connect with his lips, yet nothing…
Where did you go?
Why can’t I?
I feel you but they try…
That same damn chord playing over and over,
and I’m left here, wanting more.
Maybe if he would touch my core, I could pore out emotion
Maybe if she would press play, my words could be free and not on pause
Maybe if I could just express…
Compress what I thought was nothing, which is really something, but this writer’s block is…