From my pen, flows my thoughts
From my pen speaks my love
The passion in me, the burning love
All the words, left unlatched, unspoken
All the love, all the desire that remains hidden.
Never let a moment passed without a memory
Never to leave a single thought, remains unsaid
All the words I tend to say
All the words, I wanted to confess
May it be words, of bitterness, joy or pain
I express everything I feel, through my pen
What I truly feels, what I truly long for
To be able to grasp if what I feel is truly love
Or just feeling some sense of belonging to you
If too scared to say that I want to know you
Too afraid to tell you, I want to be with you
Through my pen, I make it known without shame.
All my questions, all those endless doubts
All the love, all my dreams, all my fallouts
All those confused thoughts, running from my heart
That I long for an answer since from the start
All I want to let you know, all the love in me, flow.
I will never let my pen runs dry
For in my hands, to my pen, my love, my heart’s cry
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From our thoughts, through our words
Through our pen, the mirror of our heart and soul
For Mich, Macel and Maia…a memoir of our friendship…
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