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You'll never look at my weathered hands
And admire me for what I've done.
You'll never read a word I've said
Or the stories I have spun.
So no longer will I try to grasp you.
No longer will I annoy.
You've never shed a tear at my agony
Or broke a smile at my joy.
I'm going to stop turning to the paper
Because no one will ever see
The passion that spills from the pen
And what that means to me.
I'll never know what it's like to sell
I'll never have my dreams come true.
The one thing that won't take me anywhere
Is the only thing I want to do.
They say that artists suffer
But this isn't even really an art.
Art goes up in galleries
While words stay in the heart.
- by yay_its_molly |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/27/2011 |
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- Title: Why I'm Not a Writer
- Artist: yay_its_molly
- Description: About why I'm not a writer.
- Date: 06/27/2011
- Tags: writer
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- Sincerely Metalhead - 07/17/2011
- I'm handing out a ton of fives today...
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- Frozen Corruption - 06/27/2011
- one of the most amazing poems i have read on here in a while ...5 stars smile .......(read my stuff if ya wanna too)
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