To draw the colours from your heart,
And see them spread across the page,
Laid so bare in ink,
All that love and all that rage.
So many things to tell them,
But your voice refused to work,
Always so damn afraid,
That some of them you'll irk.
But now you're weaving words and shapes,
And they whisper what you'd say.
All those emotions you keep bottling up,
Presented on a tray.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
