I’d like to be able to write some day
Put the pencil to the paper and let it glide
Slide and dive across the paper
Making only the finest of literature
Free and liberated
Like a fish swimming through the endless depths of the sea
Able to breathe the unseen
The angelic words seem so divine
They seem to lift me with their wings
I’ve never felt so free
I’d like to write some day
Free my heart and souls,
See it spill onto the paper.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 11:47 AM UTC
I’d like to be able to write some day
Put the pencil to the paper and let it glide
Slide and dive across the paper
Making only the finest of literature
Free and liberated
Like a fish swimming through the endless depths of the sea
Able to breathe the unseen
The angelic words seem so divine
They seem to lift me with their wings
I’ve never felt so free
I’d like to write some day
Free my heart and souls,
See it spill onto the paper.
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