SURRENDER

Sitting on the edge of my bed
writing down these words
that haven't yet been said.

With a soul that has a passion to write,
a pen in my hand that takes control...
i write words of love and words of hope.

My feelings are venerable,
some are not understandable
some are rather uncomfortable.

Words of passion, words of sadness
the ink pumps through my veins
i can taste it in my mouth.

They come from beneath my soul
i embrace them with inspiration,
will they be a success?

They come and go without fear,
they come to me and surrender
every single word i remember.

I taste the ink in my mouth
i find the inspiration around,
i feel the words as they come out.

Surrender my inspiration
Surrender my passion
Surrender my words.

Here my feelings are exposed,
to much given away to much to say
but here i am writing this anyway.