I want to tell you a story
That not many know
It explains why I write
It explains how I grow.
My life was turned upside down when I lost my dad.
I lost my best friend
I lost a piece of me
I lost that when he died.
I find myself looking for him
As I stare at the mirror
I pull down my eye and I smile real wide
But I keep forgetting what he looks like.
The only time I find him
Is the only time I write
He's like my secret muse
He holds my hand as I write.
I write to show my emotions
You have to read between the lines
You have to listen to what I'm really saying
You have to close your eyes.
I relate every feeling to him
The sharp pain I had in my heart
The nights I screamed and I cried
Just to have him back
Bu just as fast as I let out the yell
My emotions became my own living hell
Because I didn't write them down
To see how I really felt.
So I write down my feelings
And I rhyme them just right
Or I write little stories of the wanderer in the night
Because I wander then I hide
And I take out a pen and cry
So you ask me why I write
and I smile because I know why
I write to stay alive.
I have a right to say goodbye
Because I have a right to still survive
Because I'm not done saying goodbye
Until I've made him immortal in my eyes.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
I want to tell you a story
That not many know
It explains why I write
It explains how I grow.
My life was turned upside down when I lost my dad.
I lost my best friend
I lost a piece of me
I lost that when he died.
I find myself looking for him
As I stare at the mirror
I pull down my eye and I smile real wide
But I keep forgetting what he looks like.
The only time I find him
Is the only time I write
He's like my secret muse
He holds my hand as I write.
I write to show my emotions
You have to read between the lines
You have to listen to what I'm really saying
You have to close your eyes.
I relate every feeling to him
The sharp pain I had in my heart
The nights I screamed and I cried
Just to have him back
Bu just as fast as I let out the yell
My emotions became my own living hell
Because I didn't write them down
To see how I really felt.
So I write down my feelings
And I rhyme them just right
Or I write little stories of the wanderer in the night
Because I wander then I hide
And I take out a pen and cry
So you ask me why I write
and I smile because I know why
I write to stay alive.
I have a right to say goodbye
Because I have a right to still survive
Because I'm not done saying goodbye
Until I've made him immortal in my eyes.
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