You have this way with words;
They are so vivid and beautiful.
You write poetry just by opening your mouth.
Your eyes tell a thousand stories;
Of love and writhing pain.
They are the opening to your soul and shine like the constellations.
Your scars write out your battles;
Battles that are internal and external.
You hate them but they are the biggest truth.
You have this way with words;
You light fires by sharing your belief and comfort those who are inconsolable.
You know what to say and when to say it.
You have this way with words.
They should be written down and remain untouched not like how we analyse.
You are beautiful, just like your words.
-holly boyd
This is dedicated to every writer out there.
YOU ARE READING
Words We Cannot Speak
PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
