A Longing
I long to pour my heart out,
let it spill onto the paper,
but the memories are all to painful,
the treasures all to special,
the dreams all to safe.
They pin themselves to my heart.
Hurt my soul,
and kill me inside.
But pulling them out leaves wounds,
they never go away,
I long to let it all go.
Copyright © Olivia Brag | Year Posted 2014
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