To Write

Originally Written: June 1, 2009

Is what I do,
Write all these words that are true,
More blue than the sky,
Like white on dice,
Thrice the songs I wrote,
To this dear murder I wrote,
But life has no true ending other than death,
Take what is given and tend not to ask for much more,
To write,
A new story,
In the unwritten books.