New material

My mind is blank,
i have nothing new,
no more material to write for you.
I've said it all and even more,
if i repeat the same,
i would be a bore.
And you would think what must i do,
with a loser like you.
Well look here Miss,
this is what I'll do.
Everyday I'll write for you,
a brand new poem, or two,
so you can see,
a constant stream,
of love coming straight from me.
To you.