I haven’t wrote in so long, like a kid lost from home, been gone for so long.It feels strange but nothing I cant get use to, like a veteran in the game, the words flow out like blood from my veins.The pen is like an extra limb, for me to control, my brain is like a treasure chest and all my thoughts and secrets it holds. Like the saying goes “not everything that glitters aint gold”, this isn’t just a writer reunited with her pen, or meeting back up with an old friend. When the two connect, the magic beings. No limits no guards, everything coming at you raw. Not everyone can be scared to take it there, the ones too simple minded they will be in fear. The ones who minds are free would take a minute a listen, to the treasures that have been given  

I haven’t wrote in so long, like a kid lost from home, been gone for so long.It feels strange but nothing I cant get use to, like a veteran in the game, the words flow out like blood from my veins.The pen is like an extra limb, for me to control, my brain is like a treasure chest and all my thoughts and secrets it holds. Like the saying goes “not everything that glitters aint gold”, this isn’t just a writer reunited with her pen, or meeting back up with an old friend. When the two connect, the magic beings. No limits no guards, everything coming at you raw. Not everyone can be scared to take it there, the ones too simple minded they will be in fear. The ones who minds are free would take a minute a listen, to the treasures that have been given  

I haven’t wrote in so long, like a kid lost from home, been gone for so long.It feels strange but nothing I cant get use to, like a veteran in the game, the words flow out like blood from my veins.The pen is like an extra limb, for me to control, my brain is like a treasure chest and all my thoughts and secrets it holds. Like the saying goes “not everything that glitters aint gold”, this isn’t just a writer reunited with her pen, or meeting back up with an old friend. When the two connect, the magic beings. No limits no guards, everything coming at you raw. Not everyone can be scared to take it there, the ones too simple minded they will be in fear. The ones who minds are free would take a minute a listen, to the treasures that have been given  

I haven’t wrote in so long, like a kid lost from home, been gone for so long.It feels strange but nothing I cant get use to, like a veteran in the game, the words flow out like blood from my veins.The pen is like an extra limb, for me to control, my brain is like a treasure chest and all my thoughts and secrets it holds. Like the saying goes “not everything that glitters aint gold”, this isn’t just a writer reunited with her pen, or meeting back up with an old friend. When the two connect, the magic beings. No limits no guards, everything coming at you raw. Not everyone can be scared to take it there, the ones too simple minded they will be in fear. The ones who minds are free would take a minute a listen, to the treasures that have been given  

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  1. smoovethoughts said: i love this! This should be a verse, very powerful!! Keep the pen flowin! :)
  2. poweredbythemoon posted this

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