Words are all i have..
Some intense words, Some indigo lines, A beautiful talk, By my bedside… Beyond midnight I think some more While my sleep entice me, Standing at the door… Mystified with the random surge.. I search for within me a sense, I took up a simpler urge.. What is it that makes it so intense.. ? As I turn back on life, Unruly as it has been Wheezing past in that time are all the things I have seen.. I engrave and would do so, Craving up my endeavor My words for me are immortal With them I shall live forever...