Don't Force Me To Write
Beautiful; you are one of a kind
You can name anything... I won't decline
I write to you everyday knowing you won't be mine
Sharing you with the world is indeed a problem of mine
Stop for a minute... let me take my time
Let my pen grind on your spine
Speaking to your white face words so sublime
This is silly, look at me trying to rhyme
All I wanted is for you to be mine
But then again here I am sharing you... This is a crime
You're my poem, I wrote you with with blood sweat and tears
But it doesn't matter, you'll end up torn to pieces cus you hold my fears.
(Photo taken by me in the Algerian desert, North Africa)
As simple as these phrases may seem, they do hold another meaning and if you haven't realized it by now, it's a poem about a poem, I'm crazy like that.
How did you interpret the poem ?
The title Don't Force Me To Write is my hate for sharing my poems because in someway I am sharing my feelings with others and by doing that I am exposing myself.
Thank you for reading you beautiful creatures 馃尯