The same old song repeating in my mind
The same old words, I'm still trying to find
That special peom, hidding deep inside
Falling with my tears onto my paper each time I had cried
Where could they be, those secretive lines
The keys to the locks of my riddling rhymes
Why can't they flow like honey from my lips
Yet instead they are shadowed as an evasive eclipse...
I like this a lot. I think you've still got
the muse speaking to you. Keep what you hear
and feel!
wow i love the lines
"The same old song repeating in my mind
The same old words, I'm still trying to find"
they are great and the way you worded "riddling rhymes"
was great, it kinda made me think
thanks for the read
ashley
Much Love
Ashley