You always said,
laughing,
that the day you'd go
would be the day
I wrote my last line
of poetry.
But my inspiration
e'er came from the
angst
despair
desolation I felt
when you were not with me,
before I told you I loved you
and everything changed...
So now that that whole
mess
is all cleared up,
my well of pain--
my well of inspiration--
has gone dry,
and my once-lush forest
of writerdom
is now a barren plain.
Thus I tell you now:
I hope you lied
when you always said,
laughing,
that the day you'd go
would be the day
I wrote my last line
of poetry.

Author's Notes: This is...mostly fictitious. I guess. XD I won't go into explaining since it's irrelevant, so this should be pretty clear. Actually I was inspired to write this by a poem Serene Astra (on the site) wrote, called "It's all true". The title phrase is at the end of that poem, and for some reason it sparked something in my brain, and, well, this happened. ^_^ Hope you liked the idea; thanks for reading! Don't forget to check out the poem that inspired it, too. ;) ~MJ
Date of Composition: July 26, 2002; 1:30 p.m.