There is chemistry erupting from within
It has been that and had always been
Just like a volcano waiting to explode
The tales of my affection are yet to be told
But why do I choose to scribble these down?
Why do I choose to scribble them now?
Would it not be better if I spoke to you?
Would it not have been much better if I spoke less and rather do?
-Pardon my doubts, for my thoughts sway wayward
Pardon my actions, for seeing you makes me feel awkward
For until the chemistry will erupt and explode
The tales of my affection still remain untold.
YOU ARE READING
Scribe, Scribble
PoesiaIt's not about just reading it. It's about feeling it. It's about personifying it. Feel the words. Be the words.
