ALL THE THINGS THAT I WANNA SAY
all the things that i wanna say.. All the things That I wanna say, To everyone, And everyday. I keep them all To myself and Keep them tightly Clinched in my hand. I don't speak out, Give me the stress. It's not talked about, Not addressed. I should, I know ,Let them out. I should, I know, Shout out loud. But I'm always Filled with doubt. Whether I should Think aloud. It might worry them, It might hurt. Maybe I'll choose The incorrect word. So my ultimate Source o f venting, Is not Art or Craft Or Painting. It's writing , writing, writing, Writing and expressing, Instead of keeping a nd suppressing, It's Writing and Addressing. Since I write, What I think, I have a special bond With paper and ink. And since nobody reads My blog anyway, I decided to write This poem today. So that I find it When I wanna vent. To know that paper Is my true friend. Half of the things that I wanna say, Have been already Told today☺ 💜💜 A tribute to all the pages that have