When Inspiration Soaks In
Trying to find the words
Where is the spark
Running with phrases
Spilling my mind
Where is the inspiration
Have I broken to many hearts
Am I used and abused
Am I just a piece of you know
The crap left outside the trash left behind
What is left
What is the point
All I feel is regret
Where is the love
I want to feel
I want to give back
Where is the feeling I can't live without
Where is the inspiration I can't experience with out the other half
I want to feel it in my very veins
I want to dive in
and let beauty rest within the walls and feel each breath that touches the softest
skin
I want to fall in and give in.
Copyright © Sarah Hall | Year Posted 2011
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