I'm not trying to end my pain
Just bleeding through my pen.
A white page for the dark days,
And a little paper for my wet eyes
My beating heart a kick for this sad song, words burning paper only to be put out by tears
When I write , I tell you a story, of how good will finally take the glory.
Then I'll see a smile crack as you read,
Because you also write to take away your misery
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
I'm not trying to end my pain
Just bleeding through my pen.
A white page for the dark days,
And a little paper for my wet eyes
My beating heart a kick for this sad song, words burning paper only to be put out by tears
When I write , I tell you a story, of how good will finally take the glory.
Then I'll see a smile crack as you read,
Because you also write to take away your misery
