Intouch

Just a poem I wrote when I was feeling something

Is it a coincidence that we like the same music?

That the words in this poem are a form of art?

I spill whats on my heart and onto this blank page

I wish I could sing so these words could be sung into a song for you

I have no rythm

You have the talent I wish I could portray

I dream about the days I become intouch with art

And into my soul that art would become me

I want to fly away with the divine music you play

The look of empty pens on the floor

Trying to think of words to put on this paper

Break my heart wide open so the words I write could make sense

Reviews

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Trying to think of words to put on this paper
Break my heart wide open so the words I write could make sense

I really like these words here.
Such an emotional write
so well written.