I love to write,
It gives me a peace in calamity
Yet easier is it to think,
Than write it out on burgundy white paper.
Speaking it is easy if you can remember.
Yes even so just thinking
To yourself is good as well.
You get an image to paint inside your head
One of formality and not lacking lumination,
Taken back by the followings of things you know so well.
Writing it’s easier than drawing,
You paint a picture just as well inside ones head.
If only you knew how too express words in such a better manner.
Maybe then one day would you too,
Be the writer of passion that I once was.
Maybe one day I will too.