Why does one put the pencil to the sheet
Loose sleep
Cry tears
In fear
That the words might not come out right
Wine when the stanzas don't align
Trash and then pace
when the story's a failed case
Maybe for fame
The game
For wealth
Good health
Whatever it may be for you
The smell of pages flipping through
The approval of others
The way a book looks in a cover
For me
It will always be
The symphony
Of a story
On my final sheet
You will see
This girl wants to write a good story
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoesiaThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
