Writing – Page 139 – Aubrey's Arch

The Light Of Dawn Calls

I’ve hit a wall and god I’m so thankful She caught my fall Like I cannot go on unless the Light of Dawn calls

It’s like I’ve hidden and concealed how I really feel Don’t know which way is correct I heard the Voice though inside I neglect the right to choose the choice I regret How I’m bloody with disdain It murdered the force I renamed

Detours I Toured On

Thank you for holding on Bearing through the drama, the boredom, the random detours I toured on

Made The Bed I Wrote On

I’ve buried my words and in that my heart My thoughts have been protested I gave up a lot to try and skip ahead when in reality I drug the dead through all my petty drama Made the bed I wrote on

She’s so getting onto to it that she’s not getting away from it.

Was becoming my reality.

Appear And Attack

What you built would appear and attack — Do not leave

It’s better when the other half knows your business.

All 7,000 Thoroughly

I think when things are so dear to your heart you keep them protected I haven’t told either of them I’m a writer because when you tell someone you’re a writer it goes in one ear and out the other Like sure, everyone’s an artist It took me over a year to tell that writer…