If I don’t write…

I felt childish and cheap for quoting Shakespeare to a Royal Shakespearean (dear Goddess…what was I thinking?!), so I wrote a little poetry. ❤

(He may not tweet again 'til 2015, but I don't care!) (Maybe Amber will enjoy this. ^_^)

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If I don't write…

 

If I don’t write, then how does the world know how I feel?
If I don’t write, then how will you know that someone else in the world loves you?
If I don’t write, where do all the ideas go?
If I don’t write, will I break down, fall apart, go crazy?
     Will I find myself back in the hospital, now without the freedoms I once enjoyed?

If I don’t write, then Val doesn’t know that I love him.
     That I spent my formative years pining over him, missing him, loving him from afar.
If I don’t write, then my words ring hollow…then what’s the point of using them anymore?

If I don’t write, then I close a curtain and leave you in darkness.
If I don’t write, then you’ll never know that I care.
If I don’t write, then you cannot feel my kisses on your lips, my body in your arms.
If I don’t write, then there’s no point in caring at all.

If I don’t write, then I’m not swearing my love to Jamie.
If I don’t write, then I am not reaffirming love that for centuries, we’ve held so dear.
If I don’t write, then I tear the two of us asunder.

 

If I don’t write, I might as well close my eyes and breathe no more.

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