Words that are left unspoken can kill you little by little. Write, chant or mimic these pain away. Christa
I wish I could explain all the crushing waves that floods my heart
Through gersy lips and attached tongues
And nostrils filled of perfuming odors
My eyes seeing only uneven forms
But here I have only random words that wants to step out of the routine
While playing along the lines
A little symphony that would soon be forgotten.