Blocked with Tears
Words flow through my pen,
staining the page forever,
with ink, red,
like my blood.
And as I look to the page,
my eyes blur the words again,
to match the thoughts in my head.
Words flow through my pen,
staining the page forever,
with ink, red,
like my blood.
And as I look to the page,
my eyes blur the words again,
to match the thoughts in my head.