Luscious lilting lullabies lightly linger in the air.
Wondrous words whispered in willow trees wink through windows at the widows and the wanted alike.
Lovers make words delicious and insinuate dangerous kisses with few syllables.
Friends make words kind and embrace warmly with charmingly unaware, patterned banter.
Betrayers make words smooth and deceive easily with conscientiously phrased flattery.
I tell you truly-
I am not your lover,
I am not your friend,
I am not your betrayer.
I tell you truly-
I am a Creatrix.
I am a writer, a poet, a dreamer, a weaver,
I make words true and beautiful, honest and shimmering.
I dare not tell you facts-
I tell you the truth
Like a many-faceted jewel, the truth is.
Infinitely large and various,
yet singular in beauty.
Weaving willowy whispered words.
How wondrous.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Luscious lilting lullabies lightly linger in the air.
Wondrous words whispered in willow trees wink through windows at the widows and the wanted alike.
Lovers make words delicious and insinuate dangerous kisses with few syllables.
Friends make words kind and embrace warmly with charmingly unaware, patterned banter.
Betrayers make words smooth and deceive easily with conscientiously phrased flattery.
I tell you truly-
I am not your lover,
I am not your friend,
I am not your betrayer.
I tell you truly-
I am a Creatrix.
I am a writer, a poet, a dreamer, a weaver,
I make words true and beautiful, honest and shimmering.
I dare not tell you facts-
I tell you the truth
Like a many-faceted jewel, the truth is.
Infinitely large and various,
yet singular in beauty.
Weaving willowy whispered words.
How wondrous.
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