Tell me what's her name my friend. The one who stole your heart away. Noisy siren, snatched your beautiful heart. Entrapped in words ideal. She powered by a pen. Ignited by war my child.
Sometimes fired from summer sun. Winter rain. Hailstones biting. Causing pain. Sometimes cruel and vile. Human love discarded. Dumped on the pile
Words strung on a harpsichord score. Lost love has a date with destiny. Destiny wholly untrue. Two anonymous writers. Write day and night. Sort of seeking recognition.
Potential footsteps lead to perdition. Hope and pray not. Their only prey is words. My soliloquy she cries in solitude. Solipsist by choice. In her sophistication! By ladylivvi1