The words may not have been spoken
But I still have my fire
thriving within me
It burns for you
it mourns for me
The parts I've lost,
the ones I can't share
parts only you know
Because out loud it can never live
not the way you embrace it,
the way you accept me
I lay my fire at your feet
because only you would not succumb
only you would emerge with me
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way
