IN WRITTING
Writers never read
Because they write
They always write
Sometimes they are afraid
Of their own tears
And unknown confessions
Reasons why they read not
In writting
The writter is a free spirit
They are never armed
With their guards down
And minds at work
In writting
The writter sells his secrets
Even the deepest and darkest ones
To everyone who can read between the lines
And brave enough to understand
Some secrets are even unkown
By the said writter
In writting
The writter is harmless
Yet harmful in equal measure
But more powerful zand can sire vegeance
That can burn the whole wide world
With only the tip of the pen
And again can heal it over time
In writting
The writter can confess
The sins of the world
And everyone in between
By not knowing even
The writtter can also confess
The feelings of love to the known
In many unkown ways
That the said lover might never even notice
Or fail to reciprocate by lack of words
In writting
The writtter can die
And rise from the dead
As many times as the pen lives
Even comunicate with them
Borrow their lives
And give them more imortal lives
Than the cat can live
In writting
The wriitter can be anything
And anyone
Without any reason to be
Because its in writting
YOU ARE READING
Sonets Of Love
PoetryI want to write a story A beautiful story A story about how we met About how we fell in love About how we make a beautiful couple Just like grandma and grandpa About how we have a lovely family About how I see my future with you About how I dream ab...
