It's a pleasure,
An escape,
It takes you places.
It's like love,
Like pain,
But on paper.
Only written,
No shape or texture,
But it gives you a thousand emotions.
It's what we do,
When the mouth cannot say,
What the heart feels.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
It's a pleasure,
An escape,
It takes you places.
It's like love,
Like pain,
But on paper.
Only written,
No shape or texture,
But it gives you a thousand emotions.
It's what we do,
When the mouth cannot say,
What the heart feels.
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