I write long stories
Short, medium as well
I write because I think that
I have something to tell
I've met people in my writing
All living in my head
They come to me in daytime
And they speak to me in bed
I don't know if I've met them
There's a chance they may be real
But, they're there inside me living
Letting people know just how they feel
I've singers, painters, dancers
blindmen, kids who like weird things
teachers, stutterers and hobo's
crippled kids and kings
I'm not sure if I've met them
But, by now, I know their names
I know everything about them
And I know, no one is the same
They keep me entertained and
I hope you like them too
I've got to move some boxes in my head
To see if I can find somebody new.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
I write long stories
Short, medium as well
I write because I think that
I have something to tell
I've met people in my writing
All living in my head
They come to me in daytime
And they speak to me in bed
I don't know if I've met them
There's a chance they may be real
But, they're there inside me living
Letting people know just how they feel
I've singers, painters, dancers
blindmen, kids who like weird things
teachers, stutterers and hobo's
crippled kids and kings
I'm not sure if I've met them
But, by now, I know their names
I know everything about them
And I know, no one is the same
They keep me entertained and
I hope you like them too
I've got to move some boxes in my head
To see if I can find somebody new.
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