Pen to my paper, let the words flow oh so seductively
When said they roll off your tongue perfectly...
Like the "r" in Amor
What was once blank and meaningless
As it anticipated the permanence of my genius
Now stands as a masterpiece from my heart
Displaying my unique contortions of syllables as a work of art
Thought to be the shadow of perfection in the souls of empty minded fools in our world
Doubt of originality so powerful coming from the body of a seventeen year old girl
Casted by Erato's silhouette
Pandora's box has nothing on the chaos created here
The only thing standing in the way of untouchable greatness is one's on fear