they caress
the battered chords
that make up
my being
slowly strumming
my every curve
every dotted line
they drip like liquid
down into
the deepest part
of me
your words
collect
like raindrops
and fill
my once empty soul
they caress
the battered chords
that make up
my being
slowly strumming
my every curve
every dotted line
they drip like liquid
down into
the deepest part
of me
your words
collect
like raindrops
and fill
my once empty soul
Beautifully written, CC. ❤️
Thank you so very much, LH ❤
Sigh… this really speaks to the musician and writer in me… words have this power to touch our deepest places… this is beautiful, CC. I love it! ❤
Yes I agree. Words are so powerful. Thank you, SD!!
You’re welcome, CC.
I was thinking that too 🙂.
Very elegant 😀.
Thank you
Very lovely.
Thank you very much!
Most welcome dear 🙂
Words are so powerful.
Yes, they can be. Thank you.