Gentle Day 4 OctPoWriMo

Oh, how I wish my dreams

would come on a gentle breeze

I lay in bed and want to scream

Sometimes I think the angels of fate teases

Or maybe it's the muses that teases

Please be gentle to me for I'm a writer

I need to write the visions I see

fingers on keyboard I pull an all nighter.

Oh, True Love, be gentle to my heart

where are you? Where's Cupid's arrow?

When will love journey long start?

I guess I'll meet him some tomorrow.

Go told me to go straight and my path is narrow.

~Annie