*To whom do you write those words?
Who runs in your mind
When all those thoughts
Started to cloud you again?
Do you write to express
To translate all the things
That is probably, or just maybe,
best untold?
But maybe we have said too much
or said too less
than what we wanted
that it made us write again.
But the thing with poems,
It never settle for just fine.
It require too much
Or too less.
We write when we are too angry,
Or too sad,
Or too overwhelmed,
Or maybe when we feel almost nothing.
Because poems are meant to tell
Only the things from the heart;
And the heart never accepts
Things that are "just fine".
Maybe this is why we write,
Because either we have
A little love
Or too much.
And maybe it doesn't matter
If in the way we hope
That it will be read
To whom it is intended.
*
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
*To whom do you write those words?
Who runs in your mind
When all those thoughts
Started to cloud you again?
Do you write to express
To translate all the things
That is probably, or just maybe,
best untold?
But maybe we have said too much
or said too less
than what we wanted
that it made us write again.
But the thing with poems,
It never settle for just fine.
It require too much
Or too less.
We write when we are too angry,
Or too sad,
Or too overwhelmed,
Or maybe when we feel almost nothing.
Because poems are meant to tell
Only the things from the heart;
And the heart never accepts
Things that are "just fine".
Maybe this is why we write,
Because either we have
A little love
Or too much.
And maybe it doesn't matter
If in the way we hope
That it will be read
To whom it is intended.
*
