Tells All Of Me

I write the words my soul is screaming.

I write the words that stream down my face.

The things i hide.

Deep down inside.

A piece of paper tells all of me.

I play the cordes my heart is singing.

I hum the words that rhyme with life.

But i don't tell a soul..

of my on going sorrow.

Because the notes tell all of me.

I breath the sense of true happiness.

But i cry the tune of weak.

But how ever many tears..

This aching is not shared .

Because my eyes tell all of me.

So read this back.

Listen to my heart..

And look into my eyes..

You see the true me ..

Before i do myself.