Euphoria is when my pen meets paper,
It's when the skin cells on my fingertips
Meet the hardness of my phone's screen.
It's when my neurons light up
And thinking waves heighten up
So that my thoughts gush onto paper
That soaks it all up and makes them look greater.
Makes my highs, look higher,
Makes my lows, look lower,
Makes my tears more joyful
And my sobs more lonely and sorrowful.
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Euphoria is when my pen meets paper
And the rest of the world doesn't caper
In the corner of my eye
Instead I'm a lover of the high
Long dejected by Reality
And picked up like an abandoned child by Fantasy
Who lulls me as I write
'Cause escape always feel right...
An escape to a literary dreamland
That only exists when my words make paper where they land.
Euphoria is when my pen meets paper.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
