dreamwordsonablankcanvas:

Sometimes I wish my
Thoughts weren’t so delicate like
A birds wings, because
Then maybe I wouldn’t have
To experience the pain my
Chest feels when I
Feel like a waterfall
Is pouring from my eyes and
I would not have to
Make so much effort in
Scratching words
Into paper, when really,
They should glide the
Way a bird does over
Peaceful waters.

I wish I had the guts to tell you but I’m moving so there’s no point and I guess I’ll never know what you thought about me…