Writing

Writing

All my words fall from my pen,

Into your mind and back again.

The words pour through my veins

And they have to be ejected from my brain.

I think I need to get some ink,

Words engraved upon the skin.

Tattoo their idea and let it sink in,

So you can permanently disfigure yourself in their image.

All I write is unseen by you

And all I think has been lost inside my words.

I share every feeling because it is all true

And writing is cathartic for the soul and mine needs to be heard.

The first shall be the last

And the last shall be the first,

To understand my words.

Everything I write needs to be said;

This is a favourable curse.

I tell you about my life,

Because I have nothing to hide.

I have no fear to fear and undiscovered thoughts inside;

So I must write them for myself before I die.

I want to live a life less ordinary

And I want to tell you my own story.

The story of a life of intrigue and mystery;

I need to tell you about the people in my life who mean so much to me.

Dreaming the American dream;

I’m going to make it big you will see.

If I can make it, then you can too;

You will see my book in that window one day…

This I promise to you.

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