I write...cause the paper is thy only one to correspond to my questions ..giving me the giving me thy opportunity to respond in a manner all could understand ...
I'm shooting for them to understand
Writing until my fingers fell numb
Causing my nails to bleed ...
Writing the truth caused burn holes into the paper....
So I wrote it in the sky
But then they claimed the sky to be falling ...
So I wrote in the sand hoping for s.o.s
Then a tsunami destroyed the nearest town...
Am I destined for any possible tragic disaster known to man..?
...I just wanted him to know..that it was me ..
It was me who truly loved him..
Then tornadoes crumbled homes..
Taking everyone close to me by whole..
Scared to state "your home is where your heart will always be" ..
And just then avalanches began to bury doors covering windows ...leaving me there to watch ...
Then I looked down to realize that I haven't wrote a thing ...but there managed to have burn hole in the paper...
Terrified at the sight I threw my pen....but then I realized
I was suppose to write this