The Poet

She writes so beautifully
with vivid words that read like
paintings or movies
I see the images truly
and wonder if she knows
what the movements and her prose do to me
I secretly envy the finess they carry
And wish despesrately that our worlds would marry
For she is like a master and i am just scary
scary scared little girl
immersed with adoration for the pretty pretty writer girl
who forges colors in this black and white world
And speaks tongues into the ear of this girl
She writes so movingly
With words that kiss my imagination so brutally
Thats Gives me inspiration to dig deep down in my soul
and bear to her any stories to be told
any restraints or holds disappear
when i behold
a new lyric from the soul
of my writer dear
I hope her words never go Her physical feel
can leave if it will
but i hope that she writes to still to me
so i can read her letters at night while i fight to see
and bask in the warmth of her lights beam
that shines brightly in the things she writes
for me
So please miss poem girl
please beautiful brown writer girl
I'll lend you a pen
If you promise me
every now and then
you'll write for me
until our very end
again and again
you'll write for me
for all of my eternity