Lyric

i read her words before the ink got a chance to dry

glided sweaty fingers over them running the risk of smearing,

but it was well worth it for a chance to get to feel her

i'd found myself tracing lyrics written journey on many occasions

although i could never account for the last few years,

i knew she was a major part in mine

Lyric had a way of inspiring the uninspired with her words and syntactical execution

although she didn't know it lyric had me at hello way back in 2000 sophomore year,

next to the telephone booth in the main hallway,

the same booth and hallway that housed so many of my peers stories

back then Lyric was into he not i

but i still watched her in amazement

she began to bloom and as time moved on so did our friendship and my love for her pen
now days i catch myself at 3am sipping hot tea staring at a screen spued with her words hoping

i catch a glimpse of me intertwined in them...