The symphony in your mind,
It vibrates off your tongue,
From the pits of your lungs,
Into my archive.
The euphony of your voice,
Rouse a dangerous dream,
The consensus feel,
within me.
Are you the arbiter of my fantasy?
Or the solicitor of my mood?
If you're the writer of this story, will the ending be good?
Least that I knew, we're independent.
Polar frontiers but side by side.
The reverie unknown but the glass' half-full.
I'd wager my heart but I'm only one fool.
And I'm foolish for you.
YOU ARE READING
From Neurons To Fingertips
PoetryHave you ever had this random idea that comes from nowhere and got stuck in your mind that you've just gotta write it down?
