Mind storms to find rhymes clever as i could ever find,
Lines forming kinda flavours like twisting wind,
Forever changing with time,
Like an aging wine,
Like miracles, bt It's a sin that i can bind beautiful words
Like glue,and create a scenical verse
To describe psychological hurts,
touch so many nerves,
And still being unable to describe her.
Seriously i wrote a whole book and i still feel like its not enough...
