Time Stands Still

Forests Gray

Why Must We Write!


You thrill me, Words
As I twirl you around
On a pencil tip
Then you gently lie
In exhaustion,
On reams of white
Until, I pick you up
To dance on my lip
A story, a song, oft a poem
Teasing my mind
With magical verse!


I am bound to you
In horrific ways
The Devil allures me
Evil sucks me in
Smoldering my senses
My memories reek of ashes
When a soul was liberated;
Dark, troubled, demanding
Now residing in you
In love with me!
In sweet elixir
Of sugar coated words
A bitter pill camouflaged;
In your love for me hides
Twisted fulfilment
Of a narcisstic mind!

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