I am at a stand still in terms of blogging.
My heart aches, forever longing.
There are bits of me on the sill, drying
Memories lost to wanton sighing
I take the pen and smash it against the wall
The ink drips in a melodramatic waterfall
I see the dribbles with its mystique call
But i can't move, I can't type, I am near life's fall
I can't stop now, I know this to be true
I have my life with me as my cue
Soon this day i shall forever rue
But as of the moment , i idle like dew
But if there is not water the fountain may never dance
Forever, I shall be trapped in the aimless trance
No more whispers of stardom chance
I shall be the blogger whom the world took one glance
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