What the hell is wrong with me? I can't even write a simple poem, what sort of writer am I??
Look at this $*&! I tried writing today, and laugh-
He found the love of his life among the stars.
And he carved her hips from the very galaxies of creation,
Every flick of her golden locks,
Was a shower of
And she twinkled, but never burned,
For she was of the universe,
She was of the stars.
He painted and danced, he laughed and loved, but he always knew,
He could aim for the stars,
But he could never reach them.