Sometimes I wish the words for my poems
could flow as smoothly and as enchanting
as the ones in an Ed Sheeran love song.
Sometimes they do.
Sometimes I get caught in the moment
and find myself swept away in the magic
of the feelings I have and the words I type.
Sometimes I read what I write and think
“This is simply perfect.
I’ve captured a small glimpse perhaps
of what I originally intended,
but yet it’s exactly what I meant.”
Sometimes I take a step back and wonder
if the words are truly my own
because I don’t believe that my
lonely, loveless heart could have
produced words full of such awe.
Sometimes I get excited to share these
words crafted by my soul with the world,
but I always remember I can’t.
So while I may wish to enchant the world
with my own lyrics like Ed,
I’ll have to settle with saving
my soul to my file of drafts
full of other hopes waiting for their time
to shine like the light of a thousand stars…