Lucky

Lucky

It's the Wyshmasta, weaving my magic out the end of a pen

With all my might, I couldn't wait to see you again

I'm high on your energy, you inspire me

To want to do great things and make you proud of me

You see these words but I hear the music

It's a great gift, I promise not to abuse it

I just want to paint these songs for you

So the melody I hear, you can feel it too

I was hopelessly lost and couldn't find my way

But I was found when you wanted to hear what I had to say

I'm a very lucky person, don't think I don't know it

And all I want in return is to be your favorite poet

By LukeCoomer ©