There's an artist in me
Who refuses to be.
She is drunk, covered by junk.
She is lazy, life's too hazy.
She has a vision but is busy in revision
She cannot dare but pay life's fare.
What can I do to wake her up?
She's down in sleep ever since sup.
Needs she a vintage of the soul?
Then that will be my very goal.
For she needs a vibe to let me jive,
And cry Hallelujah! I'm alive.
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Sooner she wakes, the better it shall be,
For the talent asleep, is a wasted leaf . .
Alright, that doesn't rhyme but well why care - -
Happy you decided to allow your emotions to find verse . .Carry on!
well it does have an internal rhyme... anyways thanks
very good lines...
were very rhymical...
liked it very much...
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