Rat a tat , tap on a desk
Pentip raps and the beat is my heart in
my chest
Stuck sitting
I can't stand it
If writers were criminals you'd catch me
redhanded
Words smoothe like red silk and silky
black.velvet
Syllables Spilling from my lips and sounding
like sanskrit
Wrote this
just.to say that I could write it
But it doesn't Set my heart on fire because
empty words can't
ignite it
been about a dozen.days since my pen has touched a page
Thought I had a message to.send but I.don't have much to.say
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
Rat a tat , tap on a desk
Pentip raps and the beat is my heart in
my chest
Stuck sitting
I can't stand it
If writers were criminals you'd catch me
redhanded
Words smoothe like red silk and silky
black.velvet
Syllables Spilling from my lips and sounding
like sanskrit
Wrote this
just.to say that I could write it
But it doesn't Set my heart on fire because
empty words can't
ignite it
been about a dozen.days since my pen has touched a page
Thought I had a message to.send but I.don't have much to.say
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