She asked me "Do you write?"
And I said, "Yes."
"What about?" she inquired further.
And I replied, "Love."
She asked me "why" and I said "because
I need to keep it alive."
And I thought by doing my part,
I might welcome love into my life
You see, I've been hurt
I've had my heart torn to shreds
I've laid awake at night in bed
Wondering if my time is coming,
If it will ever, or will it never
will I walk through life alone forever
I've had sadness and I've had feelings
and they were not always shared
Often unrequited, I wanted to quit it
but it was wired into my DNA to care
But I write to see it on the paper
in hopes that it will one day manifest
So that when the right one comes along,
I won't hesitate to confess, my feelings
I stumble over words in person
but never make mistakes in verses
and I wonder, I truly do, if
Without love, my writing is not worth it
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