The words burn in me
I feel each syllable
As I write them down
My blood stains the page
For what is it I write
If not my fears, doubts, and dreams
The highs of love,
And lows of heart aches
Days I stood in the sun
And ones where there was none
You read them and embrace the poem
Not knowing that it's my soul I'm showing.
The next time you read one
Wipe the page see if it runs red
Or you learn what's in my head