Writings

Pages and pages all around Dirty pencil shavings and pencil shavings Just littering the floor Blistering hands and more blistering hands Not a pleasure And sadly that's how some see it But I see pages and pages of wonderful worlds And pencil shavings all over the ground Because each one wrote a story Some of the stories hold truths And some are like treasures that have never been known And the blistering hands Not true until you write too much But that's not possible At least not to me So write well and remember Writing, is all how you see it