the-undergraduate
The words just come through
When you think you've found the one
No one can tell you it aint so
This dream,this fairy tale i hold so dear
My sweet i pray you'll be near
Through my days eternal
I'll love you my dear
My poetry muse;i found it,again :)
Ok maybe it's the cough syrup having an effect on me but whatever the case i feel like i got butterflies in my stomach
I love good poetry for one thing,it always captures the essence/mood of a situation better than any other form of prose.
Poetry is the music of the soul,the melody though not sung can be heard by all that take time to trully appreciate its worth.
The words,the lyrics so sweet;a southing to the heart
It's not something you work on but rather seek the right inspiration for the words to flow through effortlessly
