Pen to Paper

Pen to paper does not force a heart to pour out it’s darkest secrets.


It is not a dagger causing words to bleed from an open wound.


When the blood and tears are ready to flow, the pen is simply the vein;


The heart, it’s own brain with it’s own language, it’s own imagery.


There is no right or thought or hope,


It is simply need to pour forth what can no longer be kept in.

If you told me

If you told me to love you,

I wouldn't know how to stop. 

If you told me to need you, 

I'd say I already do. 

If you told me to let you go,

I'd say never. 

If you told me I could be yours,

I'd be afraid to wake up.

Change

"I wouldn't change a single thing about you" he said to her.

"I would change only one thing about you" she quietly whispered to him. "I'd make you mine."