I can no more weave words
than an arthritic spider.
All I do is open my fingertips
and let loose the emotions too powerful
to let out of my mouth
in hopes that they aren't sullied by the printed letter.
How is this silver?
I do wish someone would tell me
what effect,
to what extent,
my words
can inspire
love
and oh, if only that love
were in the eyes
of the muse
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
I can no more weave words
than an arthritic spider.
All I do is open my fingertips
and let loose the emotions too powerful
to let out of my mouth
in hopes that they aren't sullied by the printed letter.
How is this silver?
I do wish someone would tell me
what effect,
to what extent,
my words
can inspire
love
and oh, if only that love
were in the eyes
of the muse
