In a world of my own
 

In a world of my own where words

Multiply. Where sometimes they wonder

And sometimes they rhyme. Where

Sometimes deep feelings parade

On a page or illusion, confusion

Add colour and shade

In a world where a story is told in a

Rhyme, where teardrops and laughter

Draw breath from a lie. Where dry

Lips glow moist in a passionate fling

Or where hearts that were lost find

Each other again

In a world where the stage and the

Props are all mine, where feelings

Run high in the arms of a sigh. Where

Honesty, heartache, lies and the truth

May be found altogether under one

Roof
 

©Joseph G Dawson
08/12/2016