Oct 22, 2020
Blended
I swam through the ink,
The pen was full and ready.
I coddled the paper with words,
The paper was ready to feel.
I reclined against the plush,
The chair begged me not to leave.
I thought of you,
The thought made me feel blended.
Blended
I swam through the ink,
The pen was full and ready.
I coddled the paper with words,
The paper was ready to feel.
I reclined against the plush,
The chair begged me not to leave.
I thought of you,
The thought made me feel blended.
I'm a writer with a passion for research pieces about the strange and unusual.