31 May 2012
A blank paper so pure and white
the careful lines lure me tight.
The lead of my pencil much
better than red, yet I'd use
anything to put these
thoughts to bed.I feel
inspired and need to
write, it's a hunger that
drives me through the night.
The way the words flow letting
my thoughts go, a pencil in
my hand paper in the other
I can write down whatever it
really doesn't matter.
Poetry In Motion • Opuss № I