It used to be trivial,
To pour unknown feelings to paper.
Imagine,
And feel the warmth of a reflection.
But when thrown into fire,
Lips don't part.
And the necessary words,
Cannot be etched.
Not to paper, not to air.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
It used to be trivial,
To pour unknown feelings to paper.
Imagine,
And feel the warmth of a reflection.
But when thrown into fire,
Lips don't part.
And the necessary words,
Cannot be etched.
Not to paper, not to air.