Writing a poem is like you have no flight to catch,
and you peel the layers of a thought, polish and shine
then she comes, touches your eyes and you look up
she wants you to free her of her clothesWhen I run, the rhythms of my body recalls you
the rise, the fall, the cadence in the life and death
you transcend my life, will you transcend my death?
writing a poem brings us closer to the truth
and you peel the layers of a thought, polish and shine
then she comes, touches your eyes and you look up
she wants you to free her of her clothesWhen I run, the rhythms of my body recalls you
the rise, the fall, the cadence in the life and death
you transcend my life, will you transcend my death?
writing a poem brings us closer to the truth