Tuesday, 18 December 2007

• The Poet hasn't spoken in a while...it needed to speak.

  ~~~Wordless~~~
  "You're words are so pretty..."

  In my head it all sounds right,
  But written on paper its ugly on sight.
  It sounds so fluid in my mind,
  But when I write the words I find,
  That I never had the words at all,
  And now I've got to fight the Fall.
  My tongue doesn't agree with my pen,
  And neither do the ideas of men,
  But still I write the words,
  Just to see if I can reach the birds;
  The ones that hum their own secretive tune,
  Calling out to the lonely loon.
  If I only reach one that's alright,
  These words weren't written for praise tonight.

  Fatally Yours,
  Dead End Poet

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