I write this poem
For three to see
for two to like
and the one who will lie awake is me
I work and toil and pick my brain
for the right words to fall to the page
for only you to see
my pretty words and not my tear stained face
behind the screen
My works Ive raised up from sprouted seeds
Now live on digital pages,
srcolled past, theyll be.
My writing was meant to live on beautiful pages
That will bring the love of writing to new ages
of children and dreamers, soñadores ,
with stories to tell
But for now,
three people will see them
two people will like them
and I am the one lying awake at night
full of unrealized dreams.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
I write this poem
For three to see
for two to like
and the one who will lie awake is me
I work and toil and pick my brain
for the right words to fall to the page
for only you to see
my pretty words and not my tear stained face
behind the screen
My works Ive raised up from sprouted seeds
Now live on digital pages,
srcolled past, theyll be.
My writing was meant to live on beautiful pages
That will bring the love of writing to new ages
of children and dreamers, soñadores ,
with stories to tell
But for now,
three people will see them
two people will like them
and I am the one lying awake at night
full of unrealized dreams.