I want to feel each sweet word
the tickle when it is heard
the sting when it then fades
a cut from far too many blades
Or so it does always seem
when I dare to care to dream
let my thoughts just scatter
write as though it does matter
What I once more now say
play the roles in this sad play
that I penned for my very self
old stale poetry from the shelf
This lone anthem from my life
dipped in both joy and strife
meant for me to again feel
how each moment was real
Spilt in a fluorescent ink
yet disappearing in a blink
feeling this true poetajazz
all the magic that it still has
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
I want to feel each sweet word
the tickle when it is heard
the sting when it then fades
a cut from far too many blades
Or so it does always seem
when I dare to care to dream
let my thoughts just scatter
write as though it does matter
What I once more now say
play the roles in this sad play
that I penned for my very self
old stale poetry from the shelf
This lone anthem from my life
dipped in both joy and strife
meant for me to again feel
how each moment was real
Spilt in a fluorescent ink
yet disappearing in a blink
feeling this true poetajazz
all the magic that it still has
