what I wouldn’t give to not write these.

I live so the dead can be heard.

So that they wont feel hurt.

I’ve sign the deal that was my lease.

I voice those who are voiceless.

Those who come from the world of anger, sorrows, and choices.

I’d give everything i’ve ever worked for just find my peace.

Where I truly believe doesn’t lies in me.

That it got lost along the way and never found its way back to me.

I know you said you wish you’d have something else to write but your summaries.

But god what wouldn’t i give to not write these.

Where I wish I didn’t come from such a world of anger, sorrows, and confusion.

So I would know what it’s like to feel the illusions and not make it my whole new discoveries.

Oh what I wouldn’t give to not write these.

What are these?

Some call it talent, some call it gifts

But I call it craven.

They say its beauty the art, the feel of it all

all this grace, all this beauty is unlike any art whose forevermore.

My art and words are evanescent.

I feel the need to keep my grace on paper clandestine.

It’s beginning to feel more than words, more like a disease.

Lord what i wouldnt give to not write these.