This is why I write,
Dear reader, this is for your eyes only.
I write for fun,
I write for need.
A blank paper is lonely,
Nothing to enjoy.
A blank notebook is worse,
So I fill it with poems and more.
So dear reader,
If you should find a blank page,
Do me a favor,
And fill it someday.
How do I tell you that I still care, And how do I tell you that I'm still here? How do I say that I'm not too great, At staying in touch, or is it too late? How do I say, that "You'll always be my fri
Blood and pain, Smiles and laughs. They tie in together, Making this world a mess. But I know I live with both, And sometimes can't tell them apart, But all I'm trying to do, Is live with my ghosts. S
Words flow from the edges of my mind, Swirling, whirling, twirling all around. And every moment that I feel like I'm lost, It's the words that help me to be found. Sometimes I hate it, All the thought
