I just want to write
write until my hand can't feel the pen
until every last drop of ink had spilled
like my guts on this page
I just want to write
write until its alright
no more emotions or confusion about life changing decisions
but then what would I write about
love
I suppose
I just want to write until its all out in the open
from the beginning to the end and all the craziness in between
every time I pick up the pen I freeze
I've never let anyone in that deep
no one has stuck around long enough for me to let them in
even when I attempted to they were no where to be found
so I keep myself bottled up
waiting for that certain someone who is willing to listen
instead of reading from the pages of my notebooks
someone who is willing to take the pen away from me and give me my voice
give me the confidence of letting me know what I have to say is worth being heard
until then all I'm going to do is write
write until that right somebody comes
along
and
listen
giving me their undivided attention