If i told you something more, would it open a door,

Would all the things you spoke of

Come to something more

The head space is silent, the possibilities design

In the background ticking hands of time

Lingering over the seconds that hearts entwine

onesome memo for a chosen demo

I feel so stupid writing

At night with sentences left in rhyme

It's been years of a long dead end

Don't care, how exciting

If I had the chance to open up a sixth sense

I'd sing the lines so inviting

Between your minds thoughts

And the ink that blots the sentence seam

Imagination gets me into trouble

Words just burst the bubble and this effortless silence .

Oh my its all sew subtle, this loose thread

I hate to ask, but it wont let me tie up the end

So would you find me so destructive,

Enough to sew an entire tapestry

If not can my writing mystify my satisfaction

Enough to get through

To someone like you cause reaction

Just another pixel in a picture magnified

Of the dreams a dust particle

The rain drop from the sky that cried.