Anytime I sit down and try to pound out a few words that might make someone feel Any emotion really Nothing special Maybe just a small twinkle Or a twinge I come up lacking. My former knack for the typed word has gone out the window.
Along with all of my worries and cares Don't get me wrong I still freak out And cry sometimes But I'm not sad anymore.
The deep emotions that I felt were unexpressed in the sad little heart of a girl that stopped existing a year ago are no longer struggling to escape from the tips of my brown little fingers.
The words flow as freely as the peace in my heart Now that I've remembered what they are.