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Want. Wish. Need.

I want to write,
till my fingers bleeds,
till the end of days,
till the words runs out.

 

I wish to read,
about nonsense,
about truth,
about life.

 

I need to know,
the color of the light,
the shape of reason,
the number of infinity.

 

I want to write stories, if only I knew the words.
I wish to read forever, if only I had the time.
I need to know the answer, if only I knew why.

I want, I wish, I need

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I didn't really have any words, just a feeling in my chest.

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©16 September 2012 - 11:04pm — wheneveriturnaround
7 September 2013 - 12:28pm — a.griffiths57
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Want. Wish. Need:

 

 

Your poem is very good it describes your longing for literature very well. I like your poem.

 

 

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26 December 2012 - 8:07pm — DaztheDruid
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v cool

v cool

5 November 2012 - 5:44pm — lovelife123
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Enjoyed reading this, I like

Enjoyed reading this, I like it

"Everybody is a genuis. But if you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree, it will live it's whole life believing that it is stupid"
Albert Einstein

5 November 2012 - 5:47pm — wheneveriturnaround
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Thank you.

Makes me glad that you liked it.

When ever I turn around I see a shadow of a stranger