I express myself with poems and words
flowing from my mouth
weaving and mending
floating intricate patterns of the mind
that fade in other eyes
When I pour my soul out
why must you laugh?
why must you mock?
My inner spirit is bleeding from my fingers
staining the pages with the thoughts
that are engraved into my heart
like the delicate words on a tombstone
I am what I say
my words heal
repairing broken pieces of my heart
making the glassy sharp edges smooth
When I pour my soul out
why must you laugh?
why must you mock?
- by Cold
vineri, 24 septembrie 2010
Shattered Words
Publicat de Cold la vineri, septembrie 24, 2010
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