I have no music Only words I have reasons Reasons to be heard I have feeling & hectic love Rhymes like the forecast Predicting my bluff.. Persecution Mistreated heart The pain lingers But never lasts.. Beating hard against my chest I fall again My heart needs rest Conjured thoughts Swollen in dark And wandering clueless From the start A couple of words And fears swallow dreams A couple of words And nightmares become screams There is no melody Only words A collaboration Of me and my hurt And only love heals me now From shallow depths Ill find my how x NatNat
She sat there with her rusty voice box, a drought on her tongue and a pen aching to flood the pristine sheet with blue ink. She poured pain into words of refuge and tucked the love etched memories into words. She wrote to the ones she loved, who made her heart beat ever so intensely. For who rooted her strengthening her spine with courage. For the ones who betrayed, abandoned and hurt making her swallow sorrows whole on empty stomach. She undressed her truth as she painted shades of past, resurfacing the suppressed from the dustiest parts of her mind, reigniting the dying embers. As she wrote thoughts screamed to be heard, memories weeped to be replayed as she crafted sentences, paragraphs, beginning and ends, sunrises and sunsets; the breathing of her heart allowing her to feel a sense of relief. But she never sent them, for they were riskier to be read by them than to be tucked safely away.