Writing is just
Borrowed ideas
And slivers of insanity
Put into words
By someone else

Writing is just
One last chance
To tell them how much you love them,
Or to say goodbye
Just the right way

Writing is just
Dreams being given life
Ideas being given legs to stand on
People being given second chances

Writing is just
Kissing you goodnight
No matter where you are

Writing is just
People falling in live before they meet
And losing track of time before midnight

It's falling asleep with the lights on
And dreaming of yours dreams
It is personifying your imagination
And aspiring for you
Writing is backing out
Without giving up.
Writing is worth a lack of inspiration,
Or a perfect love letter
It is worth my hair in my face
And my heart where my head should be
Even when my dreams are splayed about, shattered
My spirit is unbroken