I am the writer, willing to write
Wake up all night, thinking of you, keeping Beside stress of life,
Waiting to narrate in a chilly winter's night,
I am the writer, willing to write!
Stalking memories, struggling to decorate 'what is right'?
'Neither lie, nor false', penning the words Which you worn!
Holding you, shouting thoughts, lay down on bed decorating words,
Here i am, intoxicating words, adorn you as 'what i worn'?
Shouting, Teasing, Erasing 'what you decide'?
I am the writer willing to write!
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