There's something ever compelling,
Of a pen and a paper;
With dark surroundings-
A lamp and a table;
The moon so enchanting-
Whispering various fables;
My soul whimpering-
Begging to write as I'm able;
My mind unforgiving-
Conjuring thoughts, commanding; my resolve waver;
Images unrelenting-
Rush to my fingers, eager;
Eventually I am scrawling-
Overcome by a poet's fever.
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Thoughts of You and More
PoetryPoetry about a certain someone I'm sure most have,and also some other things. I hope you guys can relate. :) Enjoy. Feel free to comment-constructive criticism is welcome-, and of course vote-only if you like it and you want to ;)-, I will appreciat...
