Write Things - Poem by Kev Elmer
Why are things wrote they are?
Are they dreams upon a star?
Is it a story of a good deed?
Like the hungry we should feed!
Is it a tale of abuse and mistrust?
Or the horrors of love and lust?
could it be just a release?
so we finally feel at peace!
here is a reason that is mine;
I feel its a when I can truly shine.
So why do you write thing the way you do?
I'll sit and listen if you give me a clue!
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