Emotion is not tangible--
But when The Poet speaks,
she stumbles upon sculptures of
the emotion that you seek.
Emotion is indescribable--
But in The Poet's lines,
it nestles up upon the words
and engulfs them in its tides.
Emotion is a fickle fiend:
unsure if friend or foe--
But when The Poet writes
it's as if they know.
Emotion and The Poet:
a conundrum to say the least.
Each tries to slay the other;
Each fuels the other's beast.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Emotion is not tangible--
But when The Poet speaks,
she stumbles upon sculptures of
the emotion that you seek.
Emotion is indescribable--
But in The Poet's lines,
it nestles up upon the words
and engulfs them in its tides.
Emotion is a fickle fiend:
unsure if friend or foe--
But when The Poet writes
it's as if they know.
Emotion and The Poet:
a conundrum to say the least.
Each tries to slay the other;
Each fuels the other's beast.
