And I got emotional...
Preceded by venting
I picked up that pen.
That pen that holds all of my thoughts.
My prescribed dosage of words
compiled into stanzas.
As my way better explained
as a norm to remedy the pain.
But what kind of poem would it be?
A single worded poem?
When the only thing I can think is you...
Apologies if you might find this confusing
this is a language of hearts.
