Jan 2018
My words
that are written are swords.
They hold the truth
to my thoughts—
stabbing cold,
sometimes old
but always bold,
left to be spoiled
but I still hold.
It is time to speak of the untold.
that are written are swords.
They hold the truth
to my thoughts—
stabbing cold,
sometimes old
but always bold,
left to be spoiled
but I still hold.
It is time to speak of the untold.
Are you ready?
