Can words be a substitute for real passion
Can fingers caress keys like skin
Does want and need translate from paper
To mind in simple movements
Or does it need the body to transmit
From fingertips to heated hips
Stories fall easily from pen to paper
To an internet lover or friend
What would it be like to live each one
Would that we could
If only we could be folded up
Like paper airplanes and wing our way
Straight to them without a wait
Would they want us to
Or are they all words said without hope
Of ever meeting in real life
Would dreams and hopes be dashed
Or would reality be living the dream
I have wrote with a heavy heart
I have wrote with hopes and dreams
My words are my feelings
The pains are mine
Be they penned or spoken from lip to ear


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