My heart is tied down to heavy weights and it just can't take it,so it's ripping apart.
My spirit is burdened and wounded,it bleeds and gushes pain, losing its ability to stay steady..
I seek you,
I search desperately for you to help me..
in hopes that you have needle and thread to sew it together and mend it maybe
I search.. and as luck may have it I find you, so I hold it out to you that you may bear it and fix me..
but did you do that?
YOU ARE READING
The Voice of My Silence
PoesíaThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
