I see what I write,
And I write what I see.
I see the pain and misery underlying
But I ponder as to from where it came from
For I am in no way related to these
He and She characters
For I never use I unless
I describe my writing
But what these
He and She characters go through
Only have me at the edge of my seat,
Hoping they'll find happiness
And appreciation as I hope I do,
So, I keep writing.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
