...trying to decipher the truth when all the clues and information are missing and the only thing left is a fleeting memory of how I think things should be...

Monday, February 24, 2014

Write

Write they say.
Write words that convey.
Some form of message.
One they want to hear.
One for eager ears.
Do they want contentment or contempt.
Do they want a lesson learned or better yet.
Do they want a story beyond all they have ever read, or ever thought.
But I've read that book, I have already bought.
A spine bound and the pages are torn.
A heart was broken, a dreamer born.
For the best book that was ever read
Lives inside of me, inside of my head.

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