Timeless gold
All I have is a pen
and this leaking mind of mine
I will
write on your skin
I will
write on your flesh
I will
write on your bones
till my
words become inked on your soul
and my
fears become your soothes
till my
lies become your truths
and my
useless becomes of use
till my
words become your strength
and my
sins set you loose.
All I have is a pen
and this dying mind of mine
I will
write on your skin
I will
write on your flesh
I will
write on your bones
I will
live forever in your soul
my words will
become
timeless gold
as through you
they will everlastingly
be told.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
