My words are like honey,
Once my hand get to stirring,
The hidden emotions and feelings
My heart release in my stomach,
When, these words become verses in my head,
Telling me to speak my truth,
Let these butterflies not set,
But let them roam at the lines,
I scribble into letters to feel complete,
At the scriptures my heart's to scared to speak,
When these tears become white lines
At the poetry I harvest,
to plant myself in to.
© DR