Are words just words to you
Or are they part of me?
When I spill out my soul to you in print do I set you free?
When I describe a sunset or a million starlit skies
And my tears splash down and spread the ink
As if to highlight the life we live in lies
When I describe a lingering kiss or a passionate caress
Am I just hiding behind my words and our life that is a mess?
Is the dance of a butterfly in a summer meadow
Just my uncertainty?
Or the sure and certain knowledge that we will never be so free?
I know this much for sure
my love
The words I write show me as who I am
And maybe one day my princess
I will be again your man?
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I am a father of two wonderful girls and a christian, long time sufferer of depression my writing has become my therapy. Some of my writing is faith based, some of it portrays the darkness of depression. I make no apologies for that but pray by using my honesty it might help others experiencing similar turmoil in their lives. May God forever bless you and keep you! Kik me @ merlin1038
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