Only words written on paper, written
from the very soul, a heart speaking
of life, days lived to the fullest.
Some are written from the love they
feel, some from hurt, some
disappointed, discouraged, some
willing to give, some not so willing.
As we live, learn, we write, dance
sing till it is our time to go home
some refusing, some wanting
just to end the misery.
Writing words come easy to some
not so easy to others, yet all words
written, come from the very soul, they
are our blueprints once lived, some
just starting out, making there own
prints in silence.
Life is strange that way, it catches each
moment, locking it within, opening
it when the key is turned.
Words written, releasing what hurts, what
you have been hiding, what joy, what sadness
without a word spoken, maybe just a tear
that use to fall once upon a time.
Capturing each thought, releasing them
from time to time, a great outlet important
for those thoughts to reach a peak from the mind
to heart and to souls everlasting love.
Only words, but what words do flow, the
faucet drips than it pours out the freshness
hidden in the soul, so let it pour as freely
as it makes you calm, collecting thoughts
in each word written from within.
