i feel i can tip mountains with the skip of my pen
i am more powerful than any magic has ever been
Alas,
her eyes are filled with innocent feathered questions about love and understanding
but those lips are softly pressed to a delicate secret silence
why can't i make her lips talk... let her heart walk?
what good is it to be a poet that won't understand
this beautiful flower?
i have the power
i can
i am