Sometimes I fear
I will run out of
time
And I'll lose my
inspiration
To create and to
rhyme
That I will go
unseen
That I will go
unheard
That my dreams and my
goals
Will lift off like a
bird
And
disappear
I am so quite
That sometimes
writing
Is the only way I
hear
All the noise in my
mind
All the things I'm too
afraid to voice
My thoughts become loud and
clear
This is my
choice
My creative outlet, my way
of expression
My dream is not to just
drift through life
But to make a lasting
impression
To write is having
freedom
To write is being
free
It's something no one
can take away
It makes me truly
happy
Sometimes I fear I will run out of time And I'll lose my
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Jun 6, 2014 9:19am
Ashleyray123 · 9 years ago
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Did i really misspell "quiet"? ugh, now that's going to bother me