Write

By day, and by night, i sit and i write. Thoughts of love, and pain, thoughts of wonder and of vain. My heart is what i write, every day and every night. I fight just for the hope that i can write all that i can tonight. But even the fight is not enough, Nor is the warmth of your caring touch. The pain and anguish have hurt too bad, And i cannot help but be sad. Thoughts of you pull me through, but not for long. All i know is that my writing has to be stong. Just to keep me holding on.