Pen to paper, paper to pen
Ink spilling my thoughts from within
Hand scribing the words of my mental state
My mind being blessed to control words on paper must be fate
I write about so many different things, not just my emotions
Sometimes it’s just something said to me that gives me a notion
There are times when I write where I watch the ink dry
Only to be rewet again by the tears that I cry
Be it heartache, bad friendships or something from my past
I write because it’s my therapy, and it helps the emotions not last
I write because the pent up frustration will get out of control
I write to put my mind at ease and my emotions on hold
Other times I want to write about something sexual
Usually it’s when I’m alone yearning for the physical celestial
I write because it helps the loneliness cease
I write because all my internal desires can be released
I write because sometimes I just need a man to hold me
Then there are those times when I pen a crazy fantasy
Scribe a storyline with as many characters as I wish
I write because in those characters there may be someone that I miss
I write because the reality of my life may be worse than my dreams
I write because my life isn’t as happy as it seems
My pen kisses the paper and leaks out my inner frustrations
Hand and mind chronicling my personal revelations
I write because my conscious won’t relax until I do
I write because it seems like the best way to get through what I’m going through
I write because my mind gives me random ideas and thoughts
I write because it was something that I was taught
I write because it is a passion of my life
I write because there are times when words cut sharper than a knife
I write because it helps me see multiple points of views
I write because I find a little more of me in the words that I view
I write because it’s the best way I express myself
I write……………