Words - they flow and they ebb,
they reverberate eternally in this brain chamber of mine.
They echo, they roll, they slide, they rhyme and most of the time they're nonsensical like these lines.
They're twisted and convoluted,
Ominous and auspicious.
Silly and simple.
Rhythmic and staccato.
They certainly have a life of their own.
One moment they're infused with scents of vanilla ,
The next moment it's dettol mixed with ***** of a gorilla.
Sometimes they'll roll sweetly like cinnamon and baked apple pies.
Other times they'll dangle daintly like merrigolds and ponsiettas.
Then there are moments when they will leave me awake with the ultimate conundrum like am I charmed or beguiled?
What can I say?
A hodgepodge of words praying to be thought of; unforgot.
They sing me to sleep like a sweetly sung lullaby .
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 3:11 AM UTC
Words - they flow and they ebb,
they reverberate eternally in this brain chamber of mine.
They echo, they roll, they slide, they rhyme and most of the time they're nonsensical like these lines.
They're twisted and convoluted,
Ominous and auspicious.
Silly and simple.
Rhythmic and staccato.
They certainly have a life of their own.
One moment they're infused with scents of vanilla ,
The next moment it's dettol mixed with ***** of a gorilla.
Sometimes they'll roll sweetly like cinnamon and baked apple pies.
Other times they'll dangle daintly like merrigolds and ponsiettas.
Then there are moments when they will leave me awake with the ultimate conundrum like am I charmed or beguiled?
What can I say?
A hodgepodge of words praying to be thought of; unforgot.
They sing me to sleep like a sweetly sung lullaby .
