I'm not here because of you
I'm not here to serve you
I'm not here to be served by you
My purpose
Is yours, the same
To create what magick I can
Then, OUR purpose
To marry our magicks
And paint living colour
Most prolific
And dance with winds
Most chaotic
8/14/13
YOU ARE READING
Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...