six hundred words by Kimberly BowenSix hundred words, letters, and lines
Skewed together in hope of creation
A duo of both flow and comprehension
The pen trickles out words upon words
In kamikaze hope that you’ll notice
Or leave a breath breeze of a notion
That your eyes play any sort of attention
Within these fading scribbles of mine
The pen moves in graceful calculation
While your tongue slices in swift lacerations
Stabbing and twisting words of beauty
Into acid burning through steel
Of which I thought my heart was created
Six hundred words, letters, and lines
For your heart to take notice upon
But your soul to choke and leave for dead
In hopes that the feelings you feel never spread
But these lines keep falling from my lips
And the emotions from my heart, they do drip
Waiting to bounce into perhaps just a puddle
You will carelessly tromp through
Never a sideways glance
Of whom you’re putting damage too
Within these scribbles of mine I’m trying to tell
What I cannot say, but so do wish to
What a heart feels even when you wish it not to
How a soul may close in self protection
How a spirit fades when it’s lost its motion
Skewed apart desperate it attempts destructions
Six hundred words go on
Unsaid 10/09/2009 Posted on 10/09/2009 Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bowen
|