Warped lies embedded
In the nucleus of your being
Of ethereal tenderness
For it was never real
Let words nourish my soul
Each letter seep into my pores
With every thought let it surge
A streak of light, an energy rush
Let tender paper caress fingers
As poetry on my lips trembles
Let my pen speak in volumes
As another story gently blooms!
Did the strings breakOr the melody die outWere they so complexThe words and the sounds?Composing emotionsDid you fall into the trapOf raking up memoriesKept under a wrap?Now here’s a whimperThere a mad laughterGrief from the pastRises in dark spectre!
You thrill me, WordsAs I twirl you aroundOn a pencil tipThen you gently lieIn exhaustion,On reams of whiteUntil, I pick you upTo dance on my lipA story, a song, oft a poemTeasing my mindWith magical verse!