When I write
Maybe I’m a writer at heart,
Maybe it’s an important part,
But I have been keeping it at a far,
Keeping us apart,
And now I wonder how can I keep us apart,
Sometimes it feel like I found a loved lost,
That every time we meet is a kiss to my lips,
Or a hug I can’t forget,
Or a moment that you would wish,
Yea when I write its the shit!
—-FINN
(2013)
