Writers block, much..

Sounds like a case for the frozen peas,
she's numb inside, and weak at the knees.
Her hands are clammy upon her lap,
Her expression conveys she's received a slap.
A slap, indeed, upon her emotional soul,
Her optimisim falling down a pre-defined hole.
Her back supported by a hypothetical wall,
Her mind willing her to leave, yet she does nothing at all.
She allows her gaze to stray to a motionless spot,
And leaves her train of thought chasing all that she's got.

The cheating & the lies,
are so cliche,
One look in his eyes
and she's begging him to stay.
Transfixed in her own delusions,
watching his false grace,
Falling for the illusions,
& following his constant pace.

Yet he cant be to blame for it all,
for she'd been strung up so high
she was destined to fall.
Yet she fell much harder
than she'd ever wished for,
Causing the silent earth beneath them to stir,
causing the bow to break on their fragile cradle,
leaving everything around them somewhat unstable.

xx