Let me write poems
I am not proud of.
Let me scribble away
My mind.
Let me empty
It out.
Let me paint your face
In made-up adjectives.
Let me say your name
In hushed lines.
Let me think
I could love the moon.
Let me think
I could kill the sun.
Let me shoot arrows
With my bad aim.
Let me play with daggers
Set aflame.
Let me plant seeds
On barren thoughts.
Let me sketch
Springs that never-end.
Let me pretend
To know the words to say.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
