by Melody
Certain times
Once a minute or a month
My mind comes a live with feeling
and seomtimes, Just sometimes
During that second
I can put those words down on paper
But they don't make sense
To anyone else
But me.
I don't believe in drafts
Once something is written
Down on paper
That's how it shall stay
For it was already hard enough
To get to those feelings
And turn them into words
Even if they only make sense
To anyone else
But you.