i am filled with
words
without writing
the words
would eat me
they would slowly
destroy me
without writing
the words would swarm in my heart
and fear
wouldnt let me speak them,
the fear,
wouldnt let the words out.
so i write
so i can let the words be free.
so i can let the delicate
fluttery words
fly.
because if i dont
then who else will save them?
YOU ARE READING
The color in rain || Watty's 2018
PoetryBECAUSE my dear, the most FRIGHTENING thunderstorms create the most BEAUTIFUL rainbows. * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * ** * a collection of short bittersweet poems
