Incoherent Sin.

08-12-2012 6:48 AM

Should I raise my voice so early in the morn?
Shout out this feeling inside?
Though I canot weep anymore nor smile so happily,
I still seem to feel like a candle's luminescence inside.
Call it love or heart ache, I'm still thinking of you.
And even when everyhting hurts to feel bubbling as a brook
In my chest I laugh at all my troublesome thoughts.
Most I recall tuis insecurity once more to your favorable attention?
Must you always acknowledge how I say my words in this ink?
You adore me still, that's good to know.
But I'm still missing you and carrying myself to your door.
I guess I never had to raise my voice for you to hear me.
I only had to whisper the truth.

Author's Note

Just a raw inner piece...