Writing Under the Influence

Drunk with Love, so I Write Under the Influence

Babe,

I’m gone.

I’m locked up inside like you locked me out

Remember, it was at your beckoning I turned and walked away

Don’t bother singing

My heart now dances to a new tune from a different voice

Don’t wait to plead, I won’t open

My ice box heart melted at his fiery touch

I’m hot, red hot, on fire for him

My blue cold days are over…