Alone and quiet,
My mind scrambles
for a poem delight.
Fingertips keep on tapping,
Sheet of papers
Before hitting the floor
Were crunching.
I laid back and sighed.
Then i realized,
My lost for words tonight
Will be something
That i have to write.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Alone and quiet,
My mind scrambles
for a poem delight.
Fingertips keep on tapping,
Sheet of papers
Before hitting the floor
Were crunching.
I laid back and sighed.
Then i realized,
My lost for words tonight
Will be something
That i have to write.
