this is how it begins
this is how it ends
a running stitch
an open wound
a will that does not bend
this is how it feels
this is how it burns
a letter opened
words unspoken
a mind that does not learn
this is how i cry
this is how i bleed
a needle to the heart
an ache in the head
you are something that i need
this is how it begins
this is how it ends
always running
always waiting
for letters you never send
--EC
No comments:
Post a Comment