The Day I Couldn'T Write

My mind is cleansed Of all its constructive thought And I find myself in a place where I cannot write. So I breathe If only to remind myself that I am still alive. My heart is still beating. For it is my heart that feeds my mind WIth the creativeness that helps me think, Helps me write. I am creative because my heart decides Who love, how I love. And it fills me with love. One so powerfull that it burns my eyes, For, in her company I dare not blink For when I blink I close my eyes And when I close my eyes, I cannot see her And for that short moment when I have to blink I feel lost, and yet, safe For I could always feel a monsters love Deep inside me, Where it counts the most And that is all I need to write.