~If The Only Way I Had To Write~

If I had no paper, no pencil or pen, I would still write about you with a stick in the dirt.

If the only way I had to write about you was then gone, I would take my own blood and write it on the wall.

You live inside my soul and I have to let you out some way, this way won’t kill me at least not right away.

If I had no paper, no pencil or pen, I would write about you with one chewed up fingernail scratched into my chest.

If the only way I had to write about you was then undone, I’d write the words with my tears in mud at my feet.

You live inside my soul and I have to let you out some way, this way won’t kill me at least not right away.

~Jazzi~

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Jazzi Ryan Ranes

Disseminator of anomalous information. Curator of Letters, Word Maker, Poet, Freethinker.

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