It becomes scary having nothing to say because your mind is empty..
What’s even more scarier is when your mind is full and your mouth remains shut..
Reciting them down the line in your mind because you have no one to tell them to..
The beauty is describing him..
Who you’ve not met yet.. Being able to read your poetry.. Your mind & soul before a swig of breath is being transferred out your mouth..
The beauty of having to tell him so much, yet sometimes so little when you meet him is promising