Aug 2021
I've never spoken of
Or written about
The words who most demand a voice
They singe my veins
And char my heart
If I can't get a grip
I may jot them down
And burn them in return
Or written about
The words who most demand a voice
They singe my veins
And char my heart
If I can't get a grip
I may jot them down
And burn them in return
