Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Reason is Right

To give a gift that keeps on giving,
I make a move to keep my pen bleeding.
Until words slide off the page right thro the brain,
As your feelings bind and turn pain into gain.

And the season is ripe.
And the reason is right
To attack you with love this one mo’ time,
And drown your fears in joys of yuletide.

To translate a scene from my heart to paper,
I grope for words that’d flow much deeper.
That long after the paragraph is read,
The vibes will keep your feet sure on the ledge.


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