When I Write... Poem by Richard Quinby
When I Write...
Rating: ★4.5
Am I too honest?
Do I reveal too much?
I open my veins at the keyboard,
my poems are written in blood.
My inner self,
my darkest side,
my very soul
spill onto the screen
2005
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4/24/2024 11:19:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel the same way Richard. But, we wouldn't want to read anything else....this is what keeps us reading. Sincerely, Mary