The Finishing Touch

The words that haunt her weary mind

Won't let her sleep at night

So she reaches for her pen and paper

And silently begins to write

She writes the words her muse describes

But it lacks the magic potion

For the words she writes cannot feel

They lack the poet's emotion

The words are dry as paper meets pen

Until she finally feels her pain

For the magic is in the poet's tears

As her paper starts to stain

The letters can now feel the pain

That the poet has hidden inside

Starting to take their rightful place

When the poet broke down and cried

For the ink and a piece of paper

Can only do so much

Then you have to have the poet's tears

To get that finishing touch

Reviews

[Anjali]

This is amazing! I Haven't read something so relatable and so true and so good. It's beautiful, the way you described the importance of the poet's tears, it's so damn beautiful. Keep writing!

[0AudreyClaire0]

Wow, that was incredibly beautiful! You did a fantastic job in this! The rhyming was great and it had a lot of emotion. I love it. :)
-Aud