I woke up one morning
With a pen in my hand and paper on my bed
I realized
I have thoughts, words and visions in my head
If I don’t write them out they’ll be words never said
I grabbed the pen and committed a sin
For I worshipped my paper and pen
My surroundings went up like vapor
I didn’t stop the writing until later
Later in the night
Yes- it was night but my room remained bright
The words of love, pain and fright had ignite
The part of Bola that loves to write
Much thanks to paper and pen.
***WRITING AND CRYING***
i'm writing now
when i should be in bed
but instead
i write and write and write
only on paper does my world seem right
once i lift my pen off the paper
once my thoughts vanish like vapor
i cry because i'm sad
no one's made me mad
no one's hurt me
no one's here to bother me
but still i cry
because i don't understand this world...
unless i'm writing
and when i stop... i'm crying
since they r both short i decided not to waste space and they're both similar too
With a pen in my hand and paper on my bed
I realized
I have thoughts, words and visions in my head
If I don’t write them out they’ll be words never said
I grabbed the pen and committed a sin
For I worshipped my paper and pen
My surroundings went up like vapor
I didn’t stop the writing until later
Later in the night
Yes- it was night but my room remained bright
The words of love, pain and fright had ignite
The part of Bola that loves to write
Much thanks to paper and pen.
***WRITING AND CRYING***
i'm writing now
when i should be in bed
but instead
i write and write and write
only on paper does my world seem right
once i lift my pen off the paper
once my thoughts vanish like vapor
i cry because i'm sad
no one's made me mad
no one's hurt me
no one's here to bother me
but still i cry
because i don't understand this world...
unless i'm writing
and when i stop... i'm crying
since they r both short i decided not to waste space and they're both similar too