The pain, the hurt,
the awful, the words,
the things that could come,
the things I've so carefully not done.
I'd let it all come flooding through,
Just to hear you say to me, I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poured Out on Paper
PoetryCAUTION: This is a collection of my deepest thoughts and feelings. Half of it will NOT make sense to you. Handle with care, because this is my entire heart.... *Poured Out on Paper.*
