All the words between the pages
claiming my humble heart,
meek mind,
tattered soul.

My heart, I think, is soon to be
influenced by
swift words,
crafted lines,
touching stories.

All the words I can not say,
written here for me to keep.
All my hopes and dreams float on,
those words which make me weep.

My mind, it races,
Struggling to see past the true chaos,
heartless people,
misjudged moments.

My soul, it breathes,
wishing and longing.
Calling those happy endings and
perfect moments lost.

Never stop loving,
though they do me wrong.
Never stop dreaming,
because I hear a song.

Exhaust my words,
in my head.
and nurse my soul
back to health.