and I know words can’t describe
what I feel for you, but writing it out
is the only way I can handle it all
the paper is the chance to be known
and the pen is the voice I never had
words can’t describe what I lived
the hell of getting through it
or the heaven that was at the end
but it is enough for it to finally feel real
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
and I know words can’t describe
what I feel for you, but writing it out
is the only way I can handle it all
the paper is the chance to be known
and the pen is the voice I never had
words can’t describe what I lived
the hell of getting through it
or the heaven that was at the end
but it is enough for it to finally feel real