so like....
my heart is burdened with the weight of life
it is heavy with broken promises, disappointments, & failures all my own
i want a love that is mine
all mine
a love that would give up the world and everything in it
for me
& i know at my best
i am worth it
writing is the only thing that temporarily soothes my soul
but unrest soon takes hold of me again
but all i know to do is write
so that's what i will do until my fingers cramp
my eyes begin to water
and my pen loses all its ink
nothing makes sense until i see it all on paper
my fingers hit these keys and my emotions leak from the tips
liquid prayers make the ink on my pages run until the words are unintelligible
how will the world ever know what i have to say
if i don't write
so i'll write & write
& write
&write...
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