These lines that paint the paper from my hands express but will not show my talent The words of my voice are strong, but go unspoken for the words on my tounge hold back the lies and sadness. The song that comes from my voice, is only as good as the next, but holds so much more meaning. The words that I scratch on this blank page, go unnoticed for talent that dances in the air around me, but I can never really breathe in. and I'm trying my best to make beauty emit from the things that I do best but are so average Because I'm thriving on more begging for all that I do to be more dreaming to be not just another shut door closing my eyes from trying so hard my heart is sore And I live to taste the glorious alure Of what it's like to be not just another girl Aching from my constant war, I'm still thriving on the thought,of what could be,so much more.
XxLatent_NightmarexX · Sat Nov 14, 2009 @ 01:58am · 0 Comments |