Friday, July 10, 2015

As simple as that

Could take me days

Could invent a sweet story

What took me so long

Don’t  ask

I don’t know

It was the muse who left

As if in owe

I mean in awe

Or maybe

Sick and tired I got

Of the on and offs

I saw the lights again

And I posed so they picked me

My eyes shone

My lips drew the smile

Hence I grew  inside

And  waves…

Danced at my sole soul

Time to thus

 Get back

Say hello.


IMAGE: Statuesque by Fiorello