But despite the pain, I’ll hold it all within me, Imprints of you forever molding the shape of my heart
As you step through the oak door, Its hinges shrilly creaking, The cycle begins again
Your words are a beautiful, but unattainable dream Wisps of promise that forever haunt me
Writers are creators of infinity, weaving unforgettable worlds and lasting stories with well placed words.
So many stories spinning their webs, Stitching tale after tale together with thread Thoughts, words, itching to break free Expressions of the soul, Wanting to be known