A whisper left,
Upon my lips,
No one was meant,
To hear.
Shaking through
My Fingertips,
The numbness turned,
To fear.
And now I have,
Been tied up to,
A knot I cant undo.
For every time,
I seek release,
My headspace fills,
With you.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
A whisper left,
Upon my lips,
No one was meant,
To hear.
Shaking through
My Fingertips,
The numbness turned,
To fear.
And now I have,
Been tied up to,
A knot I cant undo.
For every time,
I seek release,
My headspace fills,
With you.
