Why I Write
My heart, my mind, my best and my worst, I'm searching for a part of me that's foreign to my words.
Midnight and I'm holding onto something that hurts, don't have to say I'm fine when It's just me and my words.
I don't know how this works, see I never learned. Reading was fun, but I was stuck, my thoughts were nothing like flowers and sunshine. I was not looking for a knight in shining armour, I was searching for the light to put out the dark in my mind.
It's funny to think how easy it is for a person to judge, but a crisp white paper makes it more easy for me to open up. One at a time, what's hurting, what feels right, what's messing with my mind, what's killing me inside.
Words are difficult to write when you know what's running through your heart and easy when you don't know your heart.
Writing my heart out makes it easy for me to let loose, I can't make you understand why I write, but I can tell you what makes it easy for me to smile right after I'm done crying.
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Writing.
Writing my heart out makes me smile.
YOU ARE READING
Little Letters of Life
Poetry'Little Letters of Life' is filled with poems, musings and stories. This book is a perfect combination of fiction and reality. It's everything I am and everything you can relate with. I wrote it all for myself, but I feel like even though we shuffl...
