I miss you my friend

poetry

Love this!

pouringtruth

I miss when writing came easy,
When words flowed from my veins,
Falling into perfect lines,
Flowing into flawless sounds.

I miss when mind and body would meet,
When I could write as fast as my thoughts,
Pouring blues and reds to purple,
Painting pictures using only word.

I miss when my thoughts sung in tune with these hands…

a.l.c

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