A million words I cannot speak nor say.
A million voewls held at bay.
The sentences crave to be laid out
in a lyrical rhythm,
but stay locked up where I cannot reach them.
I crave the clearity.
I crave the sanity.
These words need to be written or spoken,
tossed in your face and soaked in,
eaten up and choked down.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryBasically, short little poems I tend to write when I'm bored in class. Enjoy.
