The Way To You Poem by Winsy Tink

Words that were never meant to be said
Or by the skeptical eye be read
Stole through my lips
Trickling through my fingertips
Alas! – they found their way to you

Thoughts that were never meant to be thought
The more restrained, the more they be sought
The original sin –
Will discipline never win?
Alas! – they found their way to you

Endings that cause addiction to morphine
Are born of beginnings unforeseen
I should’ve known
But I am not my own
Alas! – I’ll never find my way to you