Your Pen To My Paper

The words are never enough...

 

All the things I write

Writing with my hearts desire

Wanting to say so much more

I can never just let it out

The more I think

The more twisted it becomes

Can you ever sort it out

These are the lies that are in me

Will you ever decide to hear me

Listening to the voice that's in you

So this is how its become

The coming and going

Of two lost souls

The outcome we only know

Like the burning of my cigarette

Soon it will be all smoked out

Reviews

[Mysty Rayn]

I love the last line. Great ending to another great write.