Writers And Readers
When I write, it makes me happy, when I write, I am free,
as I could sit right down, and write all day you see.
Words aren’t easy, neither are they cheap,
for some words, our hearts decide to keep.
Good words, and bad words, written on a page,
sometimes filled with love, sometimes fueled by rage.
A writer knows, just the right words to use, you see,
as he uses his most sacred words, as a key.
Unlocking a new story for the world to read,
with his chosen words, hunger hearts he feeds.
It’s his words that tell a story, of time’s untold,
as he sits and writes, his story does unfold.
The writing, may not be his best,
as he sends his story out, to be put to the test.
For it’s the readers, they write for you see,
without the reader’s, where would the writers be?
Without the writers, what would a reader read,
seeds planted by the writer,
harvested by the readers need.
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