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 wrinting to new ages of children and dreamers, soΓ±adores , 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.