If I could I would go back in time So I could Hold your hand And tell you That this, Too, Shall pass. That your Broken heart Will eventually Fall back into place At the hands of your soulmate. That the friends You lost Along the way Weren’t really Your friends To begin with. That ...

I am not a writer like you I don’t see the same things you do- I run towards the sadness while you run from the madness.   You use pencil and I use a pen You’re not concerned with the who, what, why and when-   I am a writer like you because I don’t ...