As I inhale I feel the world's eyes, I've been held, your skin felt like it was one with mine, future's intertwined, our thoughts raced, this is the stage to make up our minds, a book a life, and on every page I jotted all the days that made me smile, pencil moving as it it takes the notes and with every stroke the lead leads the way through every hope, the graphite leaves a path but it also leads a path as I jot these notes, as they read what was wrote, a story that chose its author, before it was even wrote, but as they read words it occurs that they are the poet or poets, they agree on every word,
© Dougiewrotethis