When I think of you to write,
I look down at my paper to see the paper blank and my pen dried.
When I look at the white paper,
My heart skips 'cause it's ever so familiar.
My eyes glistens in realization:
That blank page is you.
That's what you are to me.
And you thought you could hurt me.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries
RandomWaking up is a nightmare I never prepare for. But as I move on, its not so bad as I grow and evolve. Now, I know it's the way it was supposed to be... and now, I wish to support others from their own demons within. I'm here, to listen to your silent...
