heart, speak through my pen
through my fingers on the board
pour out your hurt,
your pain, your tears
let each letter be a vent, a channel to life,
soak up the oxygen through these words,
let the bitterness that dances
be buried in the screen
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:17 AM UTC
heart, speak through my pen
through my fingers on the board
pour out your hurt,
your pain, your tears
let each letter be a vent, a channel to life,
soak up the oxygen through these words,
let the bitterness that dances
be buried in the screen