Writing is a passion.
Every word is a choice.
Right.
Wrong.
All decided on your hand.
Making every line yours.
And every word a choice.
With a strong mind working hard.
To make the right choice.
Right word.
Yours.
With a galaxy of thoughts.
And its all at your wim.
To make ever choice right.
And make it from within.
To your awaiting paper.
Pencil in hand.
Giving out you passion,
Your strength ,
And what is within.
Within the spires of your mind.
To the world in your eyes.
The beautiful heartfelt piece.
Is your own without a doubt.
It creates beauty and grace.
Love and loss.
All your own.
Sorry lovies that its shit but i tried... For you ❤(ӦｖӦ｡) love ya peace
