These Words Scream

When time runs out

When time runs out and your hear needs to say so much more
But the heart that should hear it is gone now forever
And you are left with a naw nagging sore

Then reach for your paper, your pen and your candle
And write through your heart it would burst
No fears now restrain you; no judgement; no mock;
Write of your best, of your worst

When your soul is drained of its deepest regret
The hold your true paper to the candle's clear flame
That thought-laden skin might reach to that heart
And ashes, a symbol of love, yet remain