I want to write.
Not 'cos I like to, but 'cos I love to.
I want to write about life stories that may or may not be bright.
They remind me about the crazy things I did that produced scary sights.
I want to write about war and peace though the latter seems impossible.
I want to write about life and death and remember they are both inevitable.
I want to write about the good and evil we seem to face everyday.
They are usually the result of what people have to say.
I want to write about both all old and very new trends.
They really are the results of our own life's various friends.
I want to write about myself and let the world know me and why.
But I really don't want them to get gushy, breakdown and then cry.
Most of all, I want to write about people, the ones that have been so giving.
I only hope that in turn, I can make their lives worth living.
The real reason why I want to write, that I do not know.
But I hope that when I get to write, the results make me grow.
THE END
Not 'cos I like to, but 'cos I love to.
I want to write about life stories that may or may not be bright.
They remind me about the crazy things I did that produced scary sights.
I want to write about war and peace though the latter seems impossible.
I want to write about life and death and remember they are both inevitable.
I want to write about the good and evil we seem to face everyday.
They are usually the result of what people have to say.
I want to write about both all old and very new trends.
They really are the results of our own life's various friends.
I want to write about myself and let the world know me and why.
But I really don't want them to get gushy, breakdown and then cry.
Most of all, I want to write about people, the ones that have been so giving.
I only hope that in turn, I can make their lives worth living.
The real reason why I want to write, that I do not know.
But I hope that when I get to write, the results make me grow.
THE END
2 comments:
This is an interesting idea.
I thought so too.
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