You write so well. It seems as if I can no longer express how I feel. I used to tell it in my writing, but I guess it's not something I choose to do anymore? 'They have gone and taken everything I have loved.' I don't know why I even do this. I've all ready said it, so I won't say it again. but tomorrow i know that the sun will rise, the birds will sing, and i will smile. in counting and in coming, goodbye.
sometimes i say to myself, thats it, im done with all of this writing crap... but then i think to myself, if i stop writing, then what is purpose of all my pens, my paper, my pencils... what is the purpose of feelings if not to write them down for the whole world to see. sometimes i tell myself that im not going to write anymore of these poems, these loveletters, but if i stop writing the loveletters how will i know that i still love? keep with your writing, youll regret it if you dont.
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but tomorrow i know that the sun will rise,
the birds will sing,
and i will smile.
in counting and in coming, goodbye.
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