Oh, blank page. My friend , my enemy , my lover My seducer. I can’t leave you alone , ignore you. I want to . I want to walk away. All what ifs you whisper in my ear. I see you Under another caress morph, molded, made into wonders Your ****** purity transformed into celestial light that illuminates through centuries. But when I reach forth my grubby hand It is like some fumbling drunkard Awkwardly marking your beauty, your possibilities And I awake , from my self-delusion with a hangover Of self-annoyance and a yearning for a talent that seems forever just out of reach.
New to this guys and would value any comments even, don't waste our time. :) PS don't even know if I am putting this in the right place to be read by people like me who just genuinely can't stop the compulsion to write