Playing with Words

I am a writer, I play with words 

Hope they will come out sounding just fine 

And maybe someone special who'll read them carefully

Will find some secrets hiding beneath the rhyme. 

I am a writer, I write when I'm sad 

Hope my sorrows will go away for some time 

And maybe someone kind will look at the tearstained pages 

And realise I was lying when I said I was fine. 

I am a writer, my oxygen resides between pages 

The words I type represent myself in a beautiful way 

I hope someday someone understands them. 

And appreciate the words with which I play.