Piles of poems surround me
My heart and thoughts
Put to paper.
But I dare not share
A single piece
Out of fear of losing
Bit's of my soul.
Writing is my gate to freedom,
So why do I feel held captive?
Piles of poems surround me
My heart and thoughts
Put to paper.
But I dare not share
A single piece
Out of fear of losing
Bit's of my soul.
Writing is my gate to freedom,
So why do I feel held captive?
Written back in November, but never got around to posting it.
