In denial the writers block was created by blemishes
Unable to release a page of more than just words
Something to leave your mind floored and heart agape
Allow me to place my thoughts into silent sanctions
No snaps could ever satisfy a true writers insecurities
I am my harshest critic
Wondering if depth knew I was flirting with every backspace
Attempting to deliver the inquisitions past my brown face
My finger tips were making love before I understood poetry has its own sexuality
There was no confusion between me and my thoughts
Just baffled ways to remedy the situation
Of delivering past your expectations
Depicting pain, love, fascination, and procrastinating
I rebutted doubt fighting with heavy weight hands
Every blow word for word intoxicates the silence on my ear drums
But where does my work fall in your soul
Do you thumb through the pages engulfed
Do you classify this as your favorite piece
Where were we when we were introduced
My loving notebooks turned to viscous blogging
Vigorously entertaining the appeal of fulfillment
I provide the soundtrack to your every mood
The many hues of blue are my favorite way to picture
The calmness of my deliverance
Eat the most flavor you’ve ever had prepared
To simply conjoin you with the tongue of gifting you with gab
Breaking you off just enough until next time...
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