Every emotion I've felt
Every thought that I'll think
Has been on loose leaf
Written in ink.
Pages upon pages
In memories of
Past anger and hate,
A young girl's love.
No eyes pass over those words but mine
Such secrets jotted line by line
This body's an empty shell
While my thoughts are confined
The thoughts I will not let leave my lips
Are now ink running down a page
Talking to paper
Has kept me sane.
Every thought that I'll think
Has been on loose leaf
Written in ink.
Pages upon pages
In memories of
Past anger and hate,
A young girl's love.
No eyes pass over those words but mine
Such secrets jotted line by line
This body's an empty shell
While my thoughts are confined
The thoughts I will not let leave my lips
Are now ink running down a page
Talking to paper
Has kept me sane.
Labels: Poem