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Feb 2013
I write not for me, but for you.
I share what’s in my heart, in hopes it reaches yours.
This love of mine will never die in vain.
If only words could really express,
What it is we’re all trying to say.
We write because we know no other way.
We write because we all have something to say.
For words are only words, until they're perfectly placed.
They wait patiently, not knowing where they’ll go, or what they’ll say.
We all write because we have something to say, it comes from deep within.
Yet sometimes we don’t know where to start or when to end.
We’re all dying, pleading, the same things.
We just use different words, in different ways, to reach an end.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Christina Jackson
Written by
Christina Jackson  29/F/FL, USA
(29/F/FL, USA)   
   Md HUDA, Timothy and Reece
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