we pour our words on a piece of paper
words that were once whispers that floated through the wind.
too quiet for anyone to hear
too gentle for anyone to hold onto.
yet they were the cries of agony
from cuts and bruises left to scar our heavy souls
we pour our words on a piece of paper
in hope for our whispers to be heard.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
we pour our words on a piece of paper
words that were once whispers that floated through the wind.
too quiet for anyone to hear
too gentle for anyone to hold onto.
yet they were the cries of agony
from cuts and bruises left to scar our heavy souls
we pour our words on a piece of paper
in hope for our whispers to be heard.
might add more
