maelynslavik

My mind goes blank,

This feels like a terrible prank.

I want, I desire,

But within me there is no more fire.

I want to let my thoughts flow from my mind to the screen,

But my creative mind was wiped clean.

A giggle, a gurgle, a glimmer of light.

A whistle, a whisper, a wish in the night.

Runs faster than a falcon flies,

but smoother than the stones' skin.

Younger than the mountains embracing it,

Your passion

is when you strum the delicate strings of a guitar,

the acoustic ballad you’re playing ringing throughout the room.

Or when you’re lightly touching the tender keys of the piano,

I felt pretty today,

Like the glimmering sun.

I felt happy today,

Like nothing else mattered.

I felt confident today,