I have nothing left to give.
Inspiration flirts with me,
playing hard to get, as usual.
My heart weak and frail,
I try to find another venture,
but there is no avenue
worthy of the investment.

Her emerald eyes sparkle in the night.
I’m haunted by her beauty,
captivated by the electricity
I feel when she merely whispers my name.

If I fail to reveal to her I am her slave,
she will walk one way, and I another.
We will live our lives, and I will
never shed a tear, but I will always
wonder what might have been,
if I had done more than just flirted
with sweet, seductive Inspiration.