An Ode to WritingA Poem by A.marie.speaks
Nothing I say will ever be heard
So why do I bother writing one word Describing one verb Allowing this flow to turn My feelings that storm Into phrases that swarm My eardrums they warm When my heart is too torn My voice too weak to mourn To paper, my pen has sworn And silently it glides with me Creating my form My structures, my lines My mind designs in rhyme But sometimes... I question it's methods Wouldn't it be best if I left it Behind Stop wasting my time I cannot connect as hard as I try But I guess that I will always look by For my hand just loves to write.. © 2015 A.marie.speaksReviews
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