Keith, If words could paint a picture.
Would you hang mine on your bedroom wall to be seen?
Would you capture the abandonment and grief you bestowed upon me?
Could you center me where I can receive your attention?
Maybe the emotional abuse I won't ever mention.
Is there a missing canvas or is it just the way you display?
Keith, please! Can you do it for me?
YOU ARE READING
I can fly even with my broken wings
RandomI guess Peter Pan was right growing up's is a waste of time. But, everytime I fly my heart keeps founding like a wind. It's whispering to my ears saying I will be alright. To that one soul reading this. I know you're tired, You're fed up, You're so...
