I Learned to Write
If we are puppets or characters of story Then why do String feel loose? Why does my hand trembles Before I choose? Did you leave the pen near me on purpose? If you wanted control —fully — why does it feels like you wrote only the beingning? Why do I dream beyond the script? Why do I step outside the line? Or you were just playing untill you get bored? I was never your puppet Never your character It was only the fear— Fear that your hand Might learn that mine can write.












