These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

To write.

Its quite a struggle to voice it all out.
Its quite a struggle to voice it all out.
To eloquently express what you think
And what you feel
Using a few choice words
For there never are enough.

And you’ll find that most often than not
That screaming li’l pipsqueak you have within
Has a lot to say.
Has so much wisdom to impart
And a great deal of messages to convey.

Often you’ll end up frustrated
Wishing it’ll just shut up
Coz your finest quality pen ink
had become blotty
And that special stationery had wrinkled
With you having written

15th December 1999

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