or sign in with e-mail
Don't have an account? Register Here!
by Poet on the Piano Dec 28, 2014
Sadness, depression /
The fear must rest, soon. It can't run me forever.
Soon, I will be on empty.
Let me discipline my tongue and instead,
give my heart permission to confide in fingers
and type away to a sleeping you.
Because I'm afraid I'm losing my voice
(losing my will to love)...