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
Want. Wish. Need:
Your poem is very good it describes your longing for literature very well. I like your poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
v cool
v cool
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
Thank you.
Makes me glad that you liked it.
When ever I turn around I see a shadow of a stranger