The moment you sit down to write,
I wonder what strings of words you tie,
Within those pages,
Spilled with ink all over, unabridged.

Do you write all the hurt and traumas,
Of that little child's heart, Or Massacre ,
Of all innocence and kindness in your blood,
Or when you fell and the reality hit you, "Thud"

Do you write about your old sweetheart,
Her sparkling eyes and warmth,
Hold on your hand tight but calm,
Or how your eyes still moisten with love when she's in sight,
Heart beating faster everytime.

Do you write how the...