am I suposed to be thinking like this
I doubt it
all these things being kept secret
I'm waiting to shout it
open my mouth
nothing releases
look for the words
and i lost the pieces
to the puzzle that has
become of my heart
pointing in so many directions
not known where to start
so I'll retrace my steps
I'll go back in reverse
but it seems like my luck
seems more like a curse
because, to the beginning
from the end
seems like silence is my friend
every word I wish to shout
wasted
for nothingness leaks out