I want to write...
I want to write so bad I can nearly taste it,
it's a sweet, sour sort of soothing that is an addictive nectar.
I want to pen the words,
to write the emotions that make a home out of this shell,
that torment the inner sanctums of my mind with their banter.
The muse...
Lost, taken or run away to something unknown, unplaced, uninhabited.
What a crime this loss, to have left me without is worse than with.
But a promise...
it's there on the lips of a kiss,
a kiss that tickles the senses with a burp of words here and there, but no more...
No more.....
Author notes
I dunno...Just speaking aloud, see what's goin on in my head, yipes!
Please tell me what you think
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I know the feeling. I love the wonderful imagery you've used. This write kind of reminds me of my writes "Papercut" and "Eclipse of the Mind" Great Job!!! Thanks for the comments
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Ahhh....that elusive muse. Where does it go, I wonder? I like this reflection. "But a promise...it's there on the lips of a kiss..." nice!
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