“a writers dream”
you think I’m all emotion
but there is a war with the logic
when I speak my words come out like…wait.
you know when adults speak on Charlie Brown?
you nervous Collette?
no. I’m a writer.
can I call myself that because I put words to paper?
because its all I find myself wanting to do
late at night
when I can’t sleep in the morning.
my words don’t want to speak you a story but rather let you work your way through them over
come back to them.
if I’m falling for you. hold up.
the words won’t come out right the first time
no not even the second time
let me write to you
you will understand
you will have patience.
you will read my words instead of waiting for me to speak.
a writers dream…