Lil-Drummer-Boy

I’ve always considered myself a wordsmith Spinning entire worlds from nothing More than ink and paper Words were my mistress They carried out my unending biddings I could spin them this way and that Creating unimaginable things That sprung from my pen Words were the air I breathed Ink the blood in my veins Writing my sweet undying mistress Yet when I think of you I find my faithful mistress To have abandoned me My words seem to tumble and crash Beautifully chaotic Like the way we kiss My thoughts feel Like cracked glass Disconnected and confused Letting my feelings leak through For you, my dear Have caused my mistress To abandon me Wh