caroline-o

words

something very cathartic

in the way words travel from my brain

to my hand with a pencil to guide

something very beautiful

in the way the graphite journeys faster than the thoughts can grow

they grow into the words i could never confide

something very pitiful

in the way my throat enclosed

and the way my eyes had cried

something very hushed

in the way my words are glued to this page

forever inside

 

 



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