C FOR WORDS
random notes of priceless thoughts
running through busy, unexpecting minds
rebelling against terrified owners
begging to be penned
like little brats, these
random notes of priceless thoughts
escape the boundaries of life
before they can be captured
and
i sit here completely lost
should i let them escape or
should i pen every
singe one of them till
there’s nothing left
running through busy, unexpecting minds
Posted on April 1, 2009, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
awwww, i likeeee this peom alot, because of the way you wrote your thoughts out is how i always wanted to write them out too. This is one poem that touches my soul. =]
i spelled poem wrongly. lol, i cant see wrongly spelled words, make me want to untangle the alphabets and arrange them accordingly. lol.