ITS GETTING LATE TONIGHT!!
Its getting late tonight, keep that pen away and turn off the night light;
Get back to bed and sing me a song, of a stories you wrote in your poetic realm;
You ask me about the things I wrote today,
If I liked being sad so that I could write more
Is my soul and heart really dampened like I make it seem in my writing,
How do I live so many lives and never care about the real thing,
If I see her as just as I see the young man’s bride that I keep creating,
Did I really know all the answers to the questions I keep asking,
Why do I make it seem if the world is full of perfect things when I am always sitting
in the chair with a pen, dreaming!
What if my life wasn’t just full of demons and it was just me not absolving,
Why did I waste so many nights with sleepless thoughts around my writing when I could have just kept my pen and went ahead without abstaining,
How will I live when I can no longer rhyme and people just stops reading;
I wonder about all the questions she asked, if she was right about it all,
If I was too afraid to know what I thought, whether I was ready to answer it all;
I hope you hand and let it go about all the thoughts I have, insecurities I dealt with-
I want to stop thinking about what to write, about what character I want to bring intothe light, live my life how I want to;
But I cant stop thinking about words, about stories that I want to be part of, of lives I want to touch without getting hurt
I am a lonely soul, my dear and the only place I feel free as a bird is when I write
It is the only thing that is holding me back and without it I will just stop existing.
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