Thinking in Ink

Thinking in Ink

Could someone write a verse, or could someone write a song,

would you conjure my imagination from hiding where lonesome hearts belong

you may use poetic defamation to invoke but don't provoke me to my face

just revoke these words of silence and I'll reveal my hiding place...

We will then together imagine all the words long gone!

Oh would you write for me a song?

or would you write for me verse?

Solitude sometimes simply

just reflects whatever it heard

And it seems ten thousand years have passed

since someone wrote for me

So I'm losing, its confusing and I can't really see

Blink before I ink my quill

Memories are so distant look so still

in desperation words flow not freely

but in condemnation drip from quill to floor

lost forever,

forever?

then surely will I write no more.

copyright lwm 2007