Each time you start a new page, all the while hoping they come together as one, when they are much like fire storms, so arduous to take apart. You plead all these pages leave you whole, yet keep you aflame.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"unraveled"
Each time you start a new page, all the while hoping they come together as one, when they are much like fire storms, so arduous to take apart. You plead all these pages leave you whole, yet keep you aflame.