15 May 2012
A sleepless nights worth of words is all I had. I needed to pen them down before I lost my chain of thought.
Some I kept hold of for another time.
You left my mind spinning around creating all these lines. I always said you bring out the best in me, which is why I sit here now.
Each of these simple lines and words Needs to convey every feeling with subtlety, with the battle raging inside I still need my defences intact, as everything is not without it's trials
Feeling so easy, so natural. Every word needs to be perfect when I think of you. My mind, the pen and the paper working in affinity with each other, for every moment we spend together I have to write down. Not one shall be forgotten, for as long as I live and breathe.
Penned down with a smile what never seems to end. A feeling that never falters, a spirit ceased to ascend.
So still all I want is to write for you,
Every week, Every day, Every second... I could write forever if you give me the time.
So, I give you this poem as a token - the only way that the truth inside can be spoken - with hope of reciprocation and with steady dedication, before I'm torn apart or I drown in the frustration.
My Unknowing Muse • Opuss № I