A Touch Of Writing

A bunch of words

crammed together

on worthless paper

that’s stored away.

Useless years

looking out the window

to find the right words

that you can say.

Live words

that breathe air,

that fill your soul

and empty your head.

Once a normal,

living soul,

now your normality,

is heading for dead.

To be the maker of that scene,

to be the director

of your emotions.

Sends me my own vibe,

electric waves through my body

and brings my still words

to motion.

Forget me not

my words remain,

my story life and love.

And in bold letters

at the front,

rests my proud name.