Pick the cup
Pour the tea
Smell the air
I come to the computer
With a rhythm in my head,
A song in my heart
Sit down, legs folded
Music playing in background
I prepare to write
Song is gone, rhythm out
What do I write now?
I watch the blank screen
Confused and left out.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
