If I could write your story would I change your final pages
Fix your broken heart and put together pieces that you hold
And would I right the wrongs you suffered with new chapters at my will
Tell your story as you dreamt it, as the sun sets growing old
Would I fill your days with laughter, love and care free evermore
With each line crafted for your pleasure and the joys of life unfold
Or cave to writers block that chokes and cruelly robs me of these words
And like embers once so bright now turned to ashes grey and cold
So dot the i’s and cross the t’s then put this pen of hope away
Or maybe leaves the pages blank, and let that story stay untold
For who am I to tell your story, it is yours alone to tell
So live, write it in your own words, I surely should not be so bold
Are you familiar with the play “Streetcar Named Desire” by Tennessee Williams? The main character is a woman named Blanche. At one point she speaks what I believe is the theme of the script….(something like) “Yes, Magic…that is what I try to give to people…..I don’t tell what is the truth….I tell what OUGHT to be the truth…and if that is a sin, let me be damned for it…..DON’T TURN ON THE LIGHT!!!!!!!”
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Expertly written my friend.
I can appreciate the sentiment too ๐๐ค
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Thanks , much appreciated ๐
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Shamefully ive never seen it…i shall endeavour to this week!
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No problem my friend ๐๐ค
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