Bright, shining words
tumble off your tongue.
A bold scholar of words
I never saw this drought coming.
It’s the angry, dark words you lock away
and I’m not sure where the key hides.
Scream, fight, yell, I could handle your passion
if you let me fix my wrongdoings.
It’s your silence that will suffocate me
with fearful hands that I’ve hurt you beyond repair.
-Sept 2017
Gosh, this is powerful. I understand that frustration.
Thank you for the support! It’s definitely a roadblock that needs work
Beautiful!
Thanks!
Gosh, this is ‘spot on’. Thanks for your follow, because I found you. x
Thank you so much for the support!