You never know when inspiration will strike
There you were dancing on the rooftop
Lit cigarette in hand
This pen is my paintbrush
I try to paint you with words
I try to capture your essence
But I fail
Searching my arsenal of words to no avail
Hair flowing like wheat in the wind
Eyes like burning ember
With each motion of the of the pen
My inability to illustrate became more apparent
Spent so much time trying to find the words
To get you across to you
Searching for eloquence
But there's so much elegance in simplicity
Take a seat behind my eyes
Take a peak, catch a glimpse
And see that you are a masterpiece
Words could never capture the beauty from your skin to your soul
Hasn't been that long since we met
But you've taken my heart yet I still feel whole
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
You never know when inspiration will strike
There you were dancing on the rooftop
Lit cigarette in hand
This pen is my paintbrush
I try to paint you with words
I try to capture your essence
But I fail
Searching my arsenal of words to no avail
Hair flowing like wheat in the wind
Eyes like burning ember
With each motion of the of the pen
My inability to illustrate became more apparent
Spent so much time trying to find the words
To get you across to you
Searching for eloquence
But there's so much elegance in simplicity
Take a seat behind my eyes
Take a peak, catch a glimpse
And see that you are a masterpiece
Words could never capture the beauty from your skin to your soul
Hasn't been that long since we met
But you've taken my heart yet I still feel whole
