Censured

As the words flow

Sometimes easily

Sometimes hard

I often feel like stopping

Determination keeps

My fight going

Battling on

As music fills my ears

I love the sounds

That dampens the writer’s fears

Story half way there

Will she or won’t she

Will he or won’t he

Will he go there

Trapped in an imaginary

World

Where nothing is as

It seems

Perplexed by her actions

As the door opens up

Mid way

Desk awaits his

New journey

Her hair half way

There

Her finger

Silences his broken words

Half way there

No way back

Will he or won’t he

Will she take a chance