hayat ahmad Poet Free verse

For Those Willing To Hear

I love writing. 
Books, 
Poetry, 
I love it all. 
A way to express. 
Write out emotions. 
Ones I dont even know the names of. 
I don't know how to feel them. 
But i know i feel them.
And all I can do is write. 
And I hope that, 
Eventually, 
Someone will understand. 
That I'm not alone. 
That another person feels the same. 
That my words resonate with another being. 
Sometimes when I write, 
I giggle at my words, 
Or tears begin to block my view. 
Because I'm writing. 
And I'm spilling my guts. 
And my feelings. 
And I'm not sure what they are. 
But they're deep. 
And they're real. 
And they're raw. 
But they're useless. 
Because no one but me sees these.

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