Poetry's Lap

270 52 5
                                    

My poor little heart, listen closeSomeone is recitin' lovely prose

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

My poor little heart, listen close
Someone is recitin' lovely prose

Its harmony is giving me solace
I feel as if it's adorned with lace

But above all, this mellow voice
Oh it has left me with no choice

All I want is to loose myself in it
Then so trace down its every bit

And drink on its musical echoes
To forget all my enemies 'n' foes

Lurking invisible, forever hidin'
Oh but I never find it misguidin'

Lurin' me in soft words of prose
And making me spin on my toes

I crave to fall for its silvery trap
Oh why was I born in...
.
.
.
poetry's lap!

Author's Note

Lately, everyone has been praising my poetry where as I began writing as a novel writer on Wattpad. I've cried for my characters in the quietest of hours but lately, they haven't been paying a visit to me because they feel betrayed. They feel as if I have neglected them for my poetry and I feel guilty because I REALLY LOVE THEM. They accuse me that I'm a sucker for fame and that's why I've stopped caring for them..always running after my poetry. But...I don't want to tell them that..it's not me who doesn't love them. It's...people. Should I tell this to them or keep them blind about it? Tell me people... :'(

Much Love xX
Hazel *-*

Nostalgia | ✔Where stories live. Discover now