• vagabond94 20w

    Here I am
    Perusing all these new works
    Thinking I'm fresh as a lamb
    My own words and quirks

    You don't yet know me
    As I see new names
    But soon my words will be set free
    No tricks or games

    I can compose on the spot
    No plan in mind
    These letters be hot
    Once I loosen the bind

    Early in the morn
    Or late at night
    Sometimes I'm torn
    Other's, the inspiration takes flight

    But always know
    I will write down my words
    They won't always be shown
    Hidden as the fearful birds

    And yet, here I am