Loss of Inspiration

My life is a lie
My heart is on fire
My body is weak
When it come to desire

Say what you will
I believe it all
Every lie you tell
no matter big or small.

I hear what I want
And it's never the truth
That's one fault
I didn't lose with my youth.

I'm a dreamer
And a fool
And worse
A mans tool.

They take what they will
And to hell with me
But my heart is SO fragile
Can't anyone see.

I'm a writer of pain
Heartache my muse
I'll write till time ends
as long as men use.

Love was not meant
For one such as me
Or what would I write
For the whole world to see.

So take heart in these words
And joy in my pain
I'll never seek love
Ever again.

ElizaBeth Ann Jamriska
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