I want to
write for you,
because you say
it's something more.
Each stanza I
play, tells a story.
It's my diary.
My life lays here.
It's an opera.
I write it wisely.
Each passing day,
a chapter unfolds.
I write to
spill my hurt,
to kill my greed,
to share my tears.
How do I write
for you?
I'm not so sure,
that I can.
When you give
me reasons to
hide my pride,
I will write for you.
Until then,
I stand silent. |
Submission Name: My dearest.
