Writing

It seems as though my muse has returned
To help me write again
She doesn't come without a price
Just a broken heart that can't mend

If only I could write sunshine
Put daisys and irises to words
But sadness is in my minds eye
Not butterflies nor birds

I wish I could write of true lve
That I've finally found
True as it is, she disappears
Only misery brings her around

Sounds of sobbing and tears
Accompany the scratch of my pen
The tormented soul of a writer
Emitting words to help her mend