Note Pad

I have to write so I want fight Release with a pen paper takes to flight Tight closed fist opened with might Is it right? I might just think might Words speak louder when verbally not nice Revised remember importance lights Turn to burn down candle flames height I have to write to pour out pitchers of despair Whether or not who cares But dare Say something when they do not know Arrows shoot but not without bows Growth Happens when chosen to receive I may not be like you and you are most definitely not me Let’s see how a riddle can be solved Tea bags boil but they never seem to dissolve That’s all I saying for today I may metaphorically say Days may seem they do end But today is not a day to pretend Like everything is going well They run dry but writing always tell a tale