Jul 2013
When all of my words
are stuck inside,
I wish my tears could write
the poems that long to be free.
If they could be the ink
to my paper,
maybe my mind wouldn't
be so ready to sink.
are stuck inside,
I wish my tears could write
the poems that long to be free.
If they could be the ink
to my paper,
maybe my mind wouldn't
be so ready to sink.
