The reason to write~Silversnake~

I took my pen and threw it down
Took my poems burned them one by one
Took my thoughts destroyed them too
Till finally I thought I was done
Then I came to the poems that I wrote for my love
The ones I couldn't burn
The ones that held my truth
My love and my concern
I looked them each over
Reading page by page
Bringing a smile to my face
It took away my rage
Remind me of the reason
I wanted to write at all
Was because I needed to thank an angel
Who said he'd love me even if I might fall
So I looked at my pen
Then took a paper in hand
Deciding to write one last poem
So you could all understand
The meaning of writing isn't just a gift
It's a meaning of love, hopes, and feeling
For me it was my love
That my writing most is revealing

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