Darling
Bloggerita,
I'm sorry if you've felt like the neglected and ignored girlfriend lately. I'm not cheating on you with another blog, especially not one of those visually appealing blogs that feature fashion or food. I know how conscious you are of your profile and your identity as one of those 'literary blogs' and I would never do anything to hurt you. I hope you take these long intervals of time and distance as one that will make our hearts grow fonder. And that henceforth, I will bestow you with my undivided attention, and yes darling, you will be my first priority.
Although, I doubt these cliches will work as excuses; you have always been demanding and there's no getting past you. Oh no, that's not what I meant. I meant that you always strive to bring out what is best and true and good in me. I will do anything to make up for this... flowers, chocolates, diamonds? No? Oh, you will forgive me on one condition though, won't you darling? I know you will. I'll shower you with poetry (if praises aren't enough) ... Yes? Your wish is my command.
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Bloggurus
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Trust me when I say, I am faithful to you Bloggerita.
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Oh my darling, where do I begin?
My behavior- it’s worthy of a sin.
Poems on paper, I threw in the bin.
Long silent nights spent drinking gin.
I'll admit i've been in the wrong.
How I wish I could write you a song.
It has been a while, it has been long.
We will get through this, stay strong.
You know I suffer from the writer's block.
But i'm thinking of you round the clock.
The words are in my heart, unlock?
My state of misery, please don't mock.
Oh darling, why don't we end this fight?
I will between us, make things right.
I'll be your poet and lover tonight.
Be my Muse, show me the light.
You know it has been hard for me lately, love. The inkpot has run dry, the quill is untouched. There are thoughts. Few thoughts, many thoughts. But, there are no words. There is no rhyme, no meter, no verse. Fill me up with inspiration and ink. Hold my hand, so the words may flow, without force. I'm struggling, i'm staggering. I need to break through this block, so I can see you on the other side. I'm tying to compose my thoughts into words and words into poetry. I want to remind you of the poet you first fell in love with.
We complete one another. Without you, there's no poetry. Without me, there's no you. Let's do this this together and show those fancy blogs how its done, yeah?
