The Gift Of The Hands

The gift in my hands

Brings the pen to dance

Thoughts in head translate to romance

 

Because pictures in my mind

Can’t comprehend rhyme

Or fit into a constructed storyline

 

Translation lost from nose to mouth

Have you asking what the hell I’m talking about

But the culprit is confusion by clout

 

So on a screen

There’s no stuttering

Of saying what I’m supposed to mean

Do you know what I mean?

 

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