When I shake my head I can hear it swish and I know I let some out but there is still more My hands are not yet cramping, are not yet begging to be rested I must keep on going until I shake my head and it makes no sound.
Some say that every minute is too much Some say everyday is too much But I say it's not enough it's better to have too much then not having any at all
So I keep on writing whatever comes to mind I keep penning love poems I keep typing acrostics