Next

 

Unaware we stood in lines

To be the next subject of his verse

 Our thoughts he rehearsed

Until his words could coerce

Us to undress in his words

And we got lost in his verbs

Because love was what we heard

 

And somewhere deep within we needed to

Believe it true

That we became his Muse

Something he could write to

And in life do

As we ignite tunes

From his pen that he could take flight through

 

Yet we were just the next in line

Taking turns while losing time

Caught up in a web of rhymes

While lyrically he committed heart crimes

He should do hard time

For messing with our minds

 

But still he speaks

A tongue full of ink

Steadily leaks

A maze of deceit

While one retreats,

The next believes…

Reviews

[Steve Thompson]

Wow, this was truly a nice a well rounded read.
Unaware we stood in linesTo be the next subject of his verse, great line...I read this and a lot of things were flying through my mind about the subject matter,
I imagined someone being love scolded in relaationships, but I thought how this could relate to God also, but that is me also..Clap...Clap really good.