I Am Not There
The Inconsistent
Take that pen and write
For you have the hands of a writer
Go tell your story and that of others
That I, and them, may find comfort from it
Then don't forget to write for me
Because I- even with a story to tell-
Unlike you, is not a storyteller
I may have your heart,
But never your hands.
the inconsistent
he who loves
1 comment:
don't feel that way. you're writing is improving, you know. you just don't notice it yet. one day, you will finally have both heart and hands.
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