Somedays I have alot to say
Other days I have nothing to say
But yet I speak
For I speak from the heart
It feeds my soul
Gives it warmth
The strength to carry on
Even when there is nothing in sight
But still I see
For my heart is my guide
My words my very emotions
Heartfelt as they may seem.
Somedays I have nothing to say
Other days I have alot to preach
Not to say what I do say is worthless
For no word is worth less, than its definition
I use these words to explain life
To explain how I see it
So weather I write a novel
Or a little sonnet
I will write till my pen bleeds
And the friction makes the paper catch fire
Yesterday I wrote none
Tomorrow I will write none
For my pen only bleeds for today
For that is the moment in which I live
28/01/15
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