The pages I fill,
full of pain, and sorrow,
I feel it's not enough to write,
look for me,
not for what you read,
but for what you understood
when reading the trail of bloody prints of my stained words.
The wind blows softly on your windows
as you follow along to my spoken words,
I am here,
read along as I take you into my world
pain sorrow and suffering song I hope you replay all night long,
think of me while you dream,
know I am writing wishing I was sleep dreaming of you,
instead, my soul is awake writing about how my heart is torn because I'm not with you,
my spoken words get lost in the thought of being tangled into you
©wolfgirl1
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