Creative Writing Editor's picks


by Mike Burcl

Who was the last person you told your true intentions 

held them out in your hand 

presented that butterfly feelin out in a well worded plan 

I know why the caged bird sings 

Left with hopes

we live for our dreams 

I want to paint the lines between the moments when you make me flutter and forget who I am

excitedly anxious I want to dance to the rhythm of your life 

dear lust comes and goes 

I’m not in it for your body I connect with your soul 

But silver screen moments are made for TVs 

as you whisper back you don’t really love me 

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