I write my thoughts in a book so they dont run away.
Although they still scower the pages looking for a way out.
Trying to find their way to you
And maybe some day, I hope they do.
This letter is more for me than it is for you...I have to let it out while it's still ripe ..or it just might ..get toxic ...intoxicate me till I've all but lost it.
Yes ...I'm beginning to feel the weight of my emotions, the heaviness....weigh down on me...