Why do I write?
I write because I want to leave a mark on people. I want to make them feel like I feel, make them see like I see. I write because there is no right or wrong.
What would I be without writing my story on paper? Someone with their thought and emotions bottled up so tightly that they could burst without warning?
I write to unclutter my mind. I write to put my mind on paper. I write to release my emotions like ink bleeding through the paper.
I write so my mind can be free.
Saturday, 31 January 2015
Just words
You said you'd change your bad ways,
That you would spend more time with me.
But in the end you cracked,
Not everything went perfect between us,
So he disappeared somewhere else taking my heart in return for broken promises and lies.
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