Still Writing...

Watch out
For the writer's block
I just chopped
and stopped
in it's tracks
Because while this will never be convenient
While I will always have to offer my
soul
On the page
The show must go
The slow must stop
The flow just ought
to move in my veins
one more time

I said it already
but I bleed
ink
And whatever I think
will one day be served
on a paper platter
Too quick for it to
matter
to you
Because you think you can hide the words
But you're
absurd
Since you made things better
you might think it's
over
But get ready,paparazzi

This is a show you'll
want to see