The Flowing
It's hard to say when it started, I guess it was so long ago.
I told no-one of my secret, I really wanted no-one to know.
I started to write at midnight,I found it to be easy at night-
after the hustle was over,after I could no longer fight.
The words,they just started flowing,the words I still use today.
The ones that I wrote for the special,the ones that I write here- today.
Now I only wait for the comments-to see if You give them away.
I write in hopes of You sharing, I write so You'll feel My way.
Now it's late and I sit here, keys tapping,
It's quiet and silent and just stillness,
I sit here alone in the dark
for thats when those words, they start flowing.
and my feelings they come to my surface.
As my soul on this journey embarks
Thanks lgf
RJM 2013
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2013
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