Trembling hands and stuttering words
Every step I take forward
Fear grips a hold of me
Blossoms of red cloud visions
A dragon of fiery
Ready to spout it's crimson flames
But you do not see the full picture
The whole of the painting
The words I hold inside me
Longing to be free
Making my head spin
I'm forever picking up broken pieces of lead
'Till my anger subsides
But for now all I can do is hope
That on day, one day
You will hear my voice
Strong and clear
See my words
Slabs of beautiful paint
On the canvas of literature
One day I hope
That you will see the real me.
'Till my anger subsides
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Trembling hands and stuttering words
Every step I take forward
Fear grips a hold of me
Blossoms of red cloud visions
A dragon of fiery
Ready to spout it's crimson flames
But you do not see the full picture
The whole of the painting
The words I hold inside me
Longing to be free
Making my head spin
I'm forever picking up broken pieces of lead
'Till my anger subsides
But for now all I can do is hope
That on day, one day
You will hear my voice
Strong and clear
See my words
Slabs of beautiful paint
On the canvas of literature
One day I hope
That you will see the real me.
'Till my anger subsides
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