Turn the pages of my heart, Turn them and gaze upon words... Messy, cramped words That make no sense together. Words that scream to be read, Words that beg to be understood.
Words that find refuge in my mind, That rest unbidden behind these eyes. That are bitten back last minute To save what little life I have left. Words that laugh... Words that cry and scream for retribution.
These words that hang over my head. Words engraved upon my soul. The ones meant to hurt And meant to heal... Those to take lightly or never forget. Those words that spell out me.
Who I am and what I'll be, What you get and what you see. Those words full of such clarity And so much confusion. When I'm too short-sighted, Help, read those words to me.
miyoka_tenshi · Sat Aug 04, 2007 @ 12:45am · 0 Comments |