writer

I wish you cared more about what I write.

Because,

In my soul, words ring so true.

Sometimes nothing to do with us,

or sometimes all about you.

Words are like setting free a bird,

from a rusted cage.

Healing a mighty scrape,

with a magical band-aid.

I choose them wisely,

so please read between them with care.

Without my words
 on sheet of paper,

they are simply too hard
for me to share.

Just please,
please,

see how I write my words so true

for I have fifty-million ways
 to express how I feel for you.

.

~j~

Greg Laswell - Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Because it really does

come and go in waves.