LovLee, the song begins
I press my pen to pad
it bleeds poems
my poetry, my lips spoken word
my hands free, moving like the rhythm
as my hips sway side to side
with my feet
they dance care free
around and through
my pens
blood stained paper
with caring thoughts, lost hopes and dreams
romantic places, the spaces
the spaces between the story
wanting to finish the end
and then…
The next story begins…
LovLee
Please bookmark this page.
Thank You For Visiting!
