Can I be the words you write? ;
Beautiful and thin.
Flowing softly on the page
Permanent with pen.
...
Hollowed out and empty;
Like a tree she stands her ground.
Holding onto nothing;
Losing every pound.
...
Crumpled up papers are scattered
On the concrete jail floor.
I open one up.
It depicts pictures of hopes and dreams
...
Sunlight comes trickling in.
Yellow rays illuminate my skin.
I close the curtains shut.
No happiness for me today.
...
Write Me
Can I be the words you write? ;
Beautiful and thin.
Flowing softly on the page
Permanent with pen.
Lovely as the letters
I envy as I read.
Planting pictures in my mind
A garden which you fed.
Wow me with your wittiness.
Let me listen as you think.
I’m living in your poetry;
Intertwined with the ink.