When I write I write for me
But what you read it\'s not me you see
The words that are written from my heart
Are translated and made meaning into the readers part
But i love to watch as the magic unfolds
I can write you my truth
And still be unknown
Because what I mean is a subjective thing
I can open the door
But you can\'t come in
Words are like colours of many shades
But mostly they\'re indefinable layers of grey
So when you read what I write
Should you choose to read what I write
Just know that what you see and feel
Is your own self actually reading you
And so as poets we\'re in a unique position
To step away from personal supposition
And should we want we can choose to learn
That words have more meaning than can be read or heard