I May Write

 I May Write

 

When you stick something 

Into your eye,

Tears flow:

And for night fall,

Fireflies glow

A writer may write 

Each time things are not right 

Ink on paper

Only way he may cry

Tears dripping in silence 

From the inner caves of his heart 

Is the ink that dribbles unconscious 

True feelings come when you're hurt

Sometimes one should be hurt  

For a lesson to be passed across 

Wasn't Jesus crucified with two

Other thieves on the cross ?

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