EvO's blog: "4 mel"

If I had a more vivid imagination,

My words would have no limitations,

My muse she lies in misery,

This happiness it stifles me

I search for words but they evade

I sit smiling and unafraid

Still after the words I chase

If only a tear would run down my face

The words would flow, this I know

don’t question it I’ve seen it before

Reams of papers on the unknown,

 peace, love, and joy,

the search for home.

All the things I’ve found in you,

Two hearts melded beating true

In reading this, one might think

I’m venting an anger, or trying to complain,

But away with the words, also left the pain