She bled unspoken words from her hands,
Letting them dribble off her finger tips,
Until the paper was smudged in
Ink blots,
Smothered in thoughts she
Couldn't decode,
The words looped and twisted
in glee,
They had broken the bars of the cage she locked them away in,
She couldn't stop the words from telling the stories
She'd long since forgotten,
Watching Sentences being strung along,
Swept up from the caverns
Of her mind,
Stories kept under Pad and lock
Now running free,
She watched the words dance,
A smile climbing on to her features, A weight she'd gotten far too use to Drifting
off her Chest,
The words were free
And so was she.
YOU ARE READING
The pointless babbles of Rose
PoetryThis is a black hole of thoughts from a messy mind. Hope you enjoy.
