My work
Someone who will
Treasure my work.
Someone who will value my work.
Someone who will be
Interested in my work,
And every word and alphabet
On each pages,
Is out there.
My worst mistake
Was to ever think
You would appreciate a piece of paper.
how I wish you had,
That piece of paper
had every word I wanted to say to you,
Every adoration and thanks
I wanted to say but I couldn't.
But ,It over
It all in the bin.
It all seems worthless to someone,
Because it just a piece of paper.
But that same paper
Is the only one that listens
To me and never judges me.
That piece of paper is
What is healing me.
What helps me tell the truth,
And act as my therapist.
That piece of paper
is the only true friend I have,
And yet it befitting place was the bin.
But my pen
will never stop dancing
on my one true friend.
Because no one ,
dictate to the drum,
When to stop sounding,
Except it's drummer.
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