I was lost for years, a broken man.
A man so filled with pain.
No inspiration, no hope, no love.
She made me write again.

The world was just a Twilight place.
A world of grey and rain.
But out of the blue, she came to me
And made me write again.

She was in her boat, a world away.
So from touch we did refrain.
Yet through texts and pics and other things
She made me write again.

When she comes back, we'll love and laugh.
And her juices I will drain.
We'll make love for hours and hours and I will write again....