All spilled across a page.
For everyone to see,
Everyone or only me?
Because no one else will see.
No one will see the true meaning,
The true words,
The feelings and colors,
The sights and the sounds,
The things that springs from the words.
My words are alive,
But only to me,
That’s why it’s okay if you see,
Because you won’t know,
You won’t see the piece of me in the words,
The piece of my soul,
The thoughts that race through my mind.
The tears that stain the paper,
And seep into the words.