The Bottom Of The Pint Pot Poet's Society : Forum : Missed


12 Years Ago

Inspiration has gone astray
mind sits silent night and day
when he went he took it all
her ideas her desires her shiny ball

now she sits alone and waiting
wanting, needing, desperate and craving
silently she pleads for him to come back
to inspire her, to give her what she now lacks

with him she is open carefree adn wild
without him she seems so very mild
she longs for the words he inspired inside
for the raw beauty that now wants to hide

tell him to return to bring back her light
to let her once again enjoy the night
to fill her mind with more then dust
return to her the missing lust