• whitewings 47w

    I take a white page
    and spill my heart
    in pen and paint.
    I look at it close
    and arch in hate.
    I scratch random lines,
    cutting and and crossing
    whatever I made.
    It's my way to show,
    there were things
    that I wanted to say.
    But now that I've said...
    I regret letting them out of my head.