Why I Write
I love words, poetic or word games. This is who I am me
Why I Write
The words come fast
I don’t chase them
They break in
loud, unfinished,
and I have to follow.
It’s not peace
not pride,
just pressure
a kind that won’t leave
until it’s let out.
I don’t polish
I don’t plan
I write before it fades
my head is always full.
Not for them
not for show
All I know is —
my poetry is given from somewhere,
though I don’t know who, or why?
words just fall out of my head.
like a gold dust from my other me.
About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
Stay and read please. Like&follow me. If my poetry touches your ♥️ maybe leave a small tip
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