someday I want to be a poem...
I want to be the words that linger
lyrics that make you feel...
I want to be what touches your soul
that spark of madness deep within...
I write from my memories...
scribes of lust filled fantasies
passionate loving words to savor
I write of sadness and longing
emotions that tug your heartstrings...
but I want to be a poem...
I want to be that which muses
the inspiration of ink bled...
I want to matter and be immortalized
I want to be the scribe remembered...
always the poet... never the poem...
I have touched many souls...
made passionate love to many hearts...
I have cried with you and held your hand
but do you truly feel me when I touch you...?❣️🌹
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Copyright: S Agarwal
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Will Shimnom Simon
Always the poet... Never the poem.
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