The Short Story

This poem was about how I was first inspired to start writing and blogging ( It's about me staring at an open issue of a magazine and how suddenly I felt the desire to write all because of this one short story.

The magazine lays open on the table.

Her face stares blankly at me,

Yet her features are so enticing.

Unblemished particles make up her overall composition.

Each individual aspect leads to more:

A complete view of purpose and understanding.

After she is completed, 

I lay her down to rest.

Her eyes have graced mine,

And that exchange of looks has led me here.

Here is where I write, all thanks to her.

The End

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