The truth unsaid The lies that lead Me on to think That in a blink of an eye can change what you think But when words can't speak Actions will think Of a a way to gain trust And not from some stupid lust From my brain cause I must Confess my love.
I can't say goodbye to the fact that you saved me. That you understood me, the fragility of my heart, and the broken glass of my thoughts. You were always my first choice. You're my strings of lights that's guiding me home. You made me forget the world. There were so many things that you have done for me, that I can't thank you enough for. I'm still living because of you. Please do not feel guilty for my actions, and yours. Time and life happened. We were just meant for those five years, no more and no less.
You say we're just writers Twiddling our pencils Twisting your words to match our ink meddled minds Display our work of messy art into something wondrous enough for some to find intriguing.. For some to find truth.. You say words don't mean **** So why is it that, you react so harshly to our actions When you know our art packs a punch Don't **** with us writers Because we know just how to expose you for who you really are
purpose of acknowledging the power of writers; old poem I felt weird for writing but can't resist sharing any more
