Poetry

I believe life should be lived in poetry

Uneven stanzas

And misaligned rhymes

The perfect rhythm to carry it all through

Your words and mine

Breed a song

No music could measure up to

And In between the lines

Is the only place

The person I am

And the person I want to be

Can meet

Each comma carries the burden

Only our hearts can bare

But we put it on to paper

With only moments left to spare

As if our souls are running out of ink

And the pages are burning up

Because these words

Hold so much power

But they’re too often left untouched