I'm sitting here trynna write this poem that dwells inside of me
Its crying to put it on paper with its every plea
The longer I hold onto it the more its fades into the depths of my soul never to return. Never to tell its true story. This piece of art that my heart holds tells you about me. What I am. my faults, trials, misunderstanding, heartache, heartbreak, heart mend, and even glory. Let this poem of life end so that I can breath again. Let me give birth to these words. These words of life that somehow wont become unheard.
