I am your finished concoction,
of what you're inspired to write,
Born on your blank piece of paper,
Developed from deepest insights,
I may toy with your inner feelings,
Bared from the depths of your heart,
My aim is to enter a strangers mind,
From memories never to depart,
My desire is to be reborn again,
By anyone who's willing to read me,
Be now your inspired manefestation,
Your dear departed poetry.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
I am your finished concoction,
of what you're inspired to write,
Born on your blank piece of paper,
Developed from deepest insights,
I may toy with your inner feelings,
Bared from the depths of your heart,
My aim is to enter a strangers mind,
From memories never to depart,
My desire is to be reborn again,
By anyone who's willing to read me,
Be now your inspired manefestation,
Your dear departed poetry.