My answer, an ignorant smile
No i don't mock you question
Its just a predefined defensive line
Not to speak and smile away
Or the memories burried will find their way
What makes you write?
i ask to my inner self
My partner in crime
my friend in need
Words of which I seldom heed
Yet it never leaves my side
Hearing my question, he smiles
Ignorance an enormity,
He says, idiot i will tell you
What makes you write,
You are a vessel,
A veseel of pain, happiness
Sorrow, joy
Calamity and empathy.
You are a raging whirlwind of Memories
And a hurricane of emotion
You have so much to say
And yet you are quite
Betrayed and shunned
You don't know what is right
Trust a far away sight
Your poetry, a friend in disguise
Feelings suppressed, thoughts barely expressed
No, you are not an introvert
You just chose not to say
Not to scratch the wounds away
You choose to write -
To tell a story, even if its bits and pieces as they say
It takes some of that pain away
And i know my friend,
Sometimes you are a sorry sight
But all these things are what makes you write.
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