"Violins and Roses"
You send me a review
Saying that you're creeped out
Of how my poems
As of late
Have been only about
Violins and Roses.
In your words,
There is a hint;
No, a suggestion
That I should see someone,
Someone who will
Save me from this addiction.
Well let me tell you something-
Inspiration is not a curse,
Nor is it a drug.
My muse is not forcing
These thoughts on me,
But rather inspiring them.
It may seem weird to you,
But then again life is weird.
If there is a thought
Placed in my head,
Well, then I might as well
Not waste it.
Therefore, I'll pick up my pen
Or pencil
And I'll write,
Pouring out poem after poem
About Violins and Roses.
And you know what?
There's absolutely nothing you can do about it.