XXLove letters

 

 

When words per minute became heartbeats,

 

 

The night of inspiration found me typing,

I was obsessed with time,

I typed like crazy,

I leave everything to the last minute,

I copied muses and musings,

Copied by somebody else,

A drama's name was too pretentious,

A writer baptized it 'Dead line',

 

You called me before I was ready to gallop,

I had to deliver some writing stuff,

People thronged streets whipping fog to creamy morning,

Caffeine pushed me forward,

You won't believe me,

A typist can be a glamorous job,

Of course, it depends on what you type,

 

When you typewrite a famous author,

He is confident in himself,

He had a floating staff of heroes and villains,

He is ready to push a magic button,

They can be mobilized at any moment,

The professional cares about his readers,

Faithfully rendering feelings, crimes, smiles,

He keeps the middle class pleased,

 

 

Some novice writers are cocky,

They love creating hype,

Some novice writers are smooth,

Their tongues are timid,

Their style is plastic,

They don't write the poetry of Jack the Ripper,

The fear of rejection is a refrain,

All their thoughts are written in lower case,

 

I ran up the dirty stairs,

My heart pounded in my head,

The stairs were too narrow,

The hallway was long,

I had never climbed wide stairs,

I had never walked a wide road,

Until I kissed your lips,

I saw the ocean to be blood red,

 

She was behind a bed sheet,

She was draped in anticipation,

She was doomed to become a huge success,

Your widest road to hell,

Don't ask me 'Have you ever seen the full moon at midnight?’

I had never seen anything full,

Before I met you,

Since then I've been growing flowers and picking thorns.