Words;
They’re funny little creatures.
When you have no time
They’ll drive you crazy.
When you least expect them
They’ll dance in your mind.
You crave to indulge them
And promise them your time.
Only, when the moment arrives
They become hard to find!
Musings of an eccentric mind 
3 replies on “Words”
I’m still wondering what exactly was in your mind when you wrote this.
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Oh no, I suppose then this poem doesn’t have much meaning. But then I was at a loss for words – which is why I wrote this – and so it is appropriate that the reader is thoroughly confused!
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