I can’t write, I feel frozen
And cold and tired
Time stands still today
To capture the passion
And the poetry and wet hair
Trying to knit poetry
In my smitten silly mind 

 As I made waves in the water
with my longing finger
I fell asleep in the tub

My note book all drenched
The writings and ink all smeared
The writers block today seem to be

borne out of fatigue
of being loved


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