I write when I'm weak and read when solace is what I seek.
I write what I won't speak and speak what I won't write.
But I speak what I write when my feelings leak in me for a week.
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Skeletal Words Of A Dead Heart
PoetryA needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
The trigger
I write when I'm weak and read when solace is what I seek.
I write what I won't speak and speak what I won't write.
But I speak what I write when my feelings leak in me for a week.
