My favorite things couldn't inspire me anymore
Everything bows down and gives up its spark when you enter the room
You are of godly creation
Your eyes hold the most breathtaking constellations
It would be a crime to miss out
I'm innocent of but guilty to admire with no doubt
That giving my time to such a celestial beauty is no time gone to waste
And if my soul were to ascend, I'd happily let it
Knowing it witnessed your seraphic smile
What a heavenly sight to bid farewell on this mortal life
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Speak
PoetryWhile I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I S...
