Broken words drive my pen, spilling secrets that I\'ve kept. But my ink\'s not scared of them; voicing things I dare not say.
A confession in a way, draped in rhyme, finding strength. Thoughts that fall out of my brain, when my mind can\'t find its way.
Each expression leads the way, and explains my inner state. Oozing lines, written terms, of emotions that won\'t rest!
The releasing of a verse, when my mouth\'s too dry to spell. Dripping feelings that I\'ve kept, with the sweetest aftertaste!