Words

Analyse lines.
I long to speak in pen.
White pages, thoughts, crowding mind.
I scribble a fewer.
Pen slides because ink is wet as dew, black or blue.
Screw those who say i don't have a talent.
These lines come alive when spoken.
Build your courage and speak bold minds because poets are gods in their minds.
Unstopable thoughts, images, expreinces in life.
I envy those who write friction, instead of the truth the world deserves.

All i speak is the truth.
My diary is my confession booth.