She bled unspoken words from her fingers,
Watched as they fell from the ends of her hands,
Until the paper beneath her was smothered,
In thoughts she could not understand,
The words danced with glee on the paper,
As they worked upon forming straight lines,
They'd escaped from the cage,
Where she'd locked them,
And jumped free of her body's confines,
She couldn't stop them from telling her stories,
Couldn't hide them by biting her tongue,
So she watched with wide eyes as they shifted,
And each single sentence was strung,
They told stories she'd long since forgotten,
Swept into the dustiest parts of her mind,
And stories she'd worked to keep hidden,
Ones she prayed that nobody would find,
As she watched the word's dances get slower,
And then finally come to a rest,
She felt a smile creep over her features,
And a great weight lift off of her chest,
She'd thought that her words were all worthless,
But the paper left nowhere to hide,
And she finally noticed the beauty,
That she'd always kept bottled inside.
- e.h
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Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
