They say to write more, that this is my talent, <br />But they don’t know of these well-constructed lies, <br />Or how I sit at night, alone, cold and silent. <br />She can’t understand the price, no matter how she tries. <br /> <br />For every word that drives a shiver through their spine, <br />Or makes them cast their memory back to that childhood feeling, <br />For that word I gave away my soul. A boy out there holds what is mine, <br />And without it my life has lost all meaning <br /> <br />So maybe I’m a girl stuck in nowhere, with no change ever, <br />But these feelings will always linger, and no sea could sever, <br />Me from those words, and those words from me, <br />And maybe now lingers something of a legacy <br /> <br />These words come only when someone has torn me apart, <br />Taken all of me, and searched through the rubble for more, <br />But somehow even after, I retain a little of my heart, <br />Enough to spew out images of a friendship tore.<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-of-these-words/
