Every prose, poem or song beneath this,
Has a meaning,
Truth surrounds them.
Life surrounds them.
Don't listen to them as MY words,
Speak them as yours.
Picture the shores
Beneath YOUR feet.
Fly high in the skies
Under YOUR wings.
Soar with your imagination,
And your thoughts.
Every prose, poem or song
Is yours.
Treat it as one of a kind.
Treat it as if it was your heart,
Not mine.
Feel these words in your heart
As if you're the one in love.
As if rain fell from skies above
Where your home is.
As if your hand is placed on her heart or his.
Picture your backyard,
Not mine,
Where the fireflies roam, divine.
Light blinking within your sight,
As if you fall upon beloved grass,
Getting ant bites stung on your ass.
This is creativity,
These are yours.
Treat it with kind brevity,
As if these weren't written by me.
October 21, 2010
