The Words That Remain
There is some pain which is unsaid, There is a part which is still possessed.. There is a path which is not yet traveled, There are some words which are still unread.. The question still remains, 'why do I write?' Because it lets me feel what my heart wants to feel.. Because there is a lie that I want to expose.. And I write because there is an I in I, that I want to keep alive.. @readers- why do you write?