What’s a writer to you?
The thing that makes you feel so blue?
What’s a person got to do?
To make your every word so true?

I’m stuck here in the middle.
Of where every line crosses.
And I don’t know where to go.
With all of my losses.

What’s a person to you?
The part that lets you know what’s true?
What’s a writer got to do?
To turn a sunset golden-blue?

Words are as simple as are made.
Yet as complex as any thought.
The things we know are only ever.
The sum of what we’re taught.

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

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