Why I am here...
Be honest, write whatever comes to mind. Poetry only please. Tag me @demcmurphy so I can read your work.
Words form in your mouth and I speak them with my lips.
Thoughts come from your mind and I see them with my eyes.
I feel you even though we never touch.
I hear you even though I sit alone.
You hear me when you speak the words I’ve written.
You give voice to things I don’t say to anyone else.
The familiarity of loneliness seems out of place in a world so full of people.
Yet it is only when I am alone with you and my words that I don’t feel alone.
I give you little pieces and you give little pieces in return.
I come here because it feels like coming home.