Wednesday, September 30, 2015

I WRITE





I write for those who never read me
Or if they do, they've never shown,
I raise my poems from my womb...
(Will they read them upon my tomb?)

I write for those who cannot fly,
(But have they ever, ever tried?)
I spread my words into their world
And each of them, they just deny.

I am the one who's "solitary"
But if they gave a second look,
They'd see what's written in my book...
(-But would they buy a dictionary?)

I write for those whose eyes are blind,
They're deaf and dumb, and cold and dry.
And even though they'll never listen,
I write, for otherwise, I'd die.







2 comments:

  1. Me too, my friend! - Very good!

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  2. rsrs... vai ser dificil ler amiga. Vou precisar de um dicionário aqui. Hehehe
    Mas estou adorando.

    kisses

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