It is hard to articulate
The feelings that escalate,
From my heart to my brain
Seems to become stuck, as if in a frame
Despite a ready, eager mouth hole
Emotions burrow like a mole
Who only knows of one thing; hide
Dying with want to confide
But only showing an ego's pride.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
It is hard to articulate
The feelings that escalate,
From my heart to my brain
Seems to become stuck, as if in a frame
Despite a ready, eager mouth hole
Emotions burrow like a mole
Who only knows of one thing; hide
Dying with want to confide
But only showing an ego's pride.