It's closer now
as we reach the bottom
typewriter beating doesn't really keep us safe
I'm losing kinetic energy
And the potentiality
to drink
We cross the finish line together
Even under stormy weather
Shared even the smoke from your lips
I even lay next to the wall
Just so I wouldn't see you fall
& and make sure you would feel trapped
(I'd keep the light on in the hallway
I'd keep the light on over the stove
I'd keep the light on in the bathroom
But it was always dark in your home)
See what you've done?
There's a blockage in my head
Words aren't bleedng out from my hand
And rhyming lines out of my pen
My writers block is making me stumble
It keeps me from painting shapes
My Mona Lisa is like connecting the dots
My self-portrait is held together by tape
My muse left the light on
But only in her bed
The light left on is blinding
It's useless in my head
Who's on the other side of the bed?
(Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse)
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