You are my poet
That's not meant to be
With eyes inspired
And feelings set free
A bird that cannot be caged
When given a pen
When ink meets paper
My heart is yours again
For words that will never be mine
In spite of the fact
Your passion is on a page
I still like to think
I could be yours one day
If just for a second
To get lost in your rhymes
Just a fleeting rest
For my heartsick mind
Then I remember again
How wrong it would be
To trap your heart
That longs to be free
With a soul confined
your visions wouldn't be true
And with a heart bound to earth
You wouldn't be you
So run along my poet
And create your wonders
I'll try to keep my thoughts of you
Only in slumbers
YOU ARE READING
Almost Eloquent
PoetryI'm just another whacky poet characterizing nature and inanimate objects.
