When the Ink Has Bled
My words I offer you, my friend.
Little pieces of myself that I send.
A special sharing that bares my soul.
That you may know me as a whole.
Things that cannot leave my lips,
for fear of transgressions or slips,
come to my fingers through my mind,
leaving traces of understanding behind.
When the ink has bled from my heart,
understanding then will have its start.
Feelings flow from pen to paper, honestly,
and I have shared with you a deeper part of me