Post by Devi145 on May 7, 2003 11:42:28 GMT -5
Just a thought...
You grab that pen and piece of paper, theres no hesitation of your feelings. You pour them out onto this sheet instead of watching them turning into vapor. Enjoying the flows of your words and speachless thought, relaxing while the pen drains you of your rhyme, didnt have to waste time or wait for it to be sought. It dances around in your head like a teasing mime. It's like a little kid outside and playing, except your inside putting it to paper and portraying. You can define, shape and twist the feeling of this. Scribbling down some of your deepest secrets wandering in bliss, no one gets to judge amiss...Its just you, your secrets and this pen. The poetry you create that guides your mind to peace, your new found friend, never there to cease...but to release and put you at ease.
You grab that pen and piece of paper, theres no hesitation of your feelings. You pour them out onto this sheet instead of watching them turning into vapor. Enjoying the flows of your words and speachless thought, relaxing while the pen drains you of your rhyme, didnt have to waste time or wait for it to be sought. It dances around in your head like a teasing mime. It's like a little kid outside and playing, except your inside putting it to paper and portraying. You can define, shape and twist the feeling of this. Scribbling down some of your deepest secrets wandering in bliss, no one gets to judge amiss...Its just you, your secrets and this pen. The poetry you create that guides your mind to peace, your new found friend, never there to cease...but to release and put you at ease.