It had me at notes


It had me at notes

The ways of imagination

Quieted only by writing them down

Dreams day or night you need to be told

Jotted down that’s not enough

Type them out still not enough

Crafted in a story

Some satisfaction comes

More comes as others read enjoy or not

The imagination dances and smiles

Love or just a passion?

That line always haunts the words

Love or adventure

Scary or comedy

Paper is beautiful especially with words

I may be cursed or blessed

This eventually will be written out

The spell that started early and now

It does have me

It had me at notes

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