Wherever you go
I tend to follow behind
As you bring out the talent
Hidden behind cobwebs
Buried in old books tossed into a box
Stored under my heart that no longer wanted to let it loose
But the emotions you evoked needed an outlet
Any strong feelings I dealt with always expressed themselves like this
Flowing through my veins, trickling through my trembling hand
Exposed onto a blank white page now marred with evidence
Evidence that herein lies words only communicated through writing
Good poem!
Keep writing! I look forward to reading more of your work.
Great piece, I hope you
Great piece, I hope you continue to express openly, writing what lies within you.